Catch your dreams with a web of knotted string and feathers from the wings of freedom-loving birds.
And know that these dreams don't just go up to the sky and disappear into thin air.
They become the clouds to remind you to always look up.
They become the rain, to help us realize that it's okay to cry when we feel overwhelmed.
They become the air that we breathe, not always remembered but just constantly there.
They become the rays of sunshine that light up your darkest days.
They become stardust, for these are what dreams are made of: faith and trust and magic.
They become stars, to make you reach for them every day and every night, and remind you how close you are to everything you ever desire. For they are different stars; stars within the reach of your fingertips.
They become people. Friends and family and love. They tell you that you can.
They are dreams, caught by a web of knotted string and feathers from freedom-loving birds.
They are dreams, and they are real as they can get. Just like a web of knotted string and feathers.
They are dreams.
And they are real.
Once again a reminder that a dream is something each and everyone of us have, a reminder that impossibility can be overturned by trust and a possibility that only we can exert through our own's effort. A good post as always.
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