It feels nice, oh so nice
They understand!
They are writers, poets and dreamers too. They are romantics, like me.
"Never stop dreaming wild", they said.
That's all I needed to hear.
People don't understand. Even the closest ones. Its's a fire burning inside. My wild dreams. They don't understand. They discourage me. They say I can't. "How will you...?", "It's too late now", "Find something else to do".
But one word I hear; Fear.
Now, I know. They're just afraid of them. Of my endless dreams.
"The wild scares those who have only loved the tamed", he said, and pushed my sadness away.
The colours flooded back to my body.
I'm not grey anymore.
My colourful soul can now fly high! up above the sky!
What a relief!
My flame was guttering. I was afraid it would be gone forever.
But I forgot. I was born with this spark that will always keep my fire lighted. That will never allow my colours to fade away for good.
This spark is my searching for anything that will shine my wooden cabinet, where I keep all the magical creations of my mind.
You could really see them only if you had magical eyes like ours or if you'd allow us to give you a pair of those colourful glasses.
I speak for wizardry and you think I'm just a dreamer.
But it is nothing more than the ability to see the endless horizon of the things you are capable of.
It's just that.
So, when you are not dreaming, remember... it's your fears.
But I am not afraid. I'm free.
So, don't try to take the wind out of my sails.
You just hurt me and slow me down.
I forgive you.
You've never seen these colours. Such an assortment, such a brightness, such a depth, what a creativity!
All together in a perfect harmony.
I understand.
I understand and I forgive you.
But "what a pity", I muse.
What a shame that someone never gets to know the abilities of their one body.
But how could they know? They don't even try.
And how could thy try, when they don't dream?
The power of the inducement.
You now know what I mean.