I have this weird feeling that i'm going to wake up and everything that's happened to me is just going to be a dream. Anything that i've experienced disappears with the night and the smiling moon. All of the words spoken just a dialogue to the story created in my mind. Anything that's been done still awaiting to be proposed in my future. I just want to reach out and touch the reality that i'm living and yet i can't seem to do so. I like to imagine my future as one that is created in one of many many dreams of tomorrow and the years past as the dreams i've had last night. everything seems to go by so quickly and yet the clocks seem to be ticking backwards. Toward nothing and everything. I think everyone has a gift; i'm not certain what that certain gift is, but i know everyone has it. It makes them the person that they are. The voice that makes them want to wake up in the morning and go to sleep every night ready to start the upcoming day. I feel as though many have that voice but don't seem to follow it. They are surrounded the stigma that if what they have in mind does not lead to a boatload of cash and a title that makes you noticed in a sea of people it is completely and utterly worthless, which is really not the case. So they let go. They follow their life in a standard job making a standard pay and living a standard life following all the paths that they are told to follow. To work till every thing they are told to work for is done and then die. And that's it. I wonder if i'll ever wake up from my dream of words or if it will last a lifetime or two. I hope they do something. I hope they make a dent in the universe. nothing more. just a peck at the world and affect someone. anyone. i don't want fame or fortune. i don't want my face plastered on magazines. I just want creativity to shine through the metal playground that is starting to be built in the minds of the future with only one tower to play on.

-a.s.b