Dreams are a revolution. They come with hope and wonder. They will, more often than not, leave us hanging from a tree for treason.

The only time to follow through with a dream is when there’s no longer anything left to lose.

Too many people dream with envy, with a hypocrisy that only implies trading places with the greater as if they deserved it more. These dreams are revolutions bringing in the next big dictator. New and innovative ideas brought on by a grand obligation.

Except she had a dream and deserved it. I looked at her dimples, soft eyes and her sweet smile. There’s more for her than a cage build of guilt.

Snow White and the whole Disney crew deserved less than her.
She was sunshine, and she was rain. Days like this, I just wish I could’ve been her dream.

In my love and in my wonder my thoughts began to tie a noose. The table was set as I sat on the plate (truly, you can never tell with these things). She kicked the stool. There goes the crack of my neck.

Love is a revolution.

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