The Son rises, fills us with fire and cast new light into the shadows. Dreams that were once monstrous and glooming, now burst and fly away on the wind. Standing strong with purpose are eyes settle and capture new dreams. Dreams of the future that are as fragile as the flight of a butterfly.
Running, running, running can’t stop. Falling, falling, falling out of control. Rising to fight and falling down…facing fears and failing. The void rises to swallow the flame, the life of the faithful….but is the faithful alone?
Is the faithful alone?
Something must be given “Surrendered” to dream bigger then this world. What is holding you back? What is making you settle for the ordinary?
What must be given to Dream out of this world?
Dreams can be scary…especially if they are unknown and shrouded in shadow.
When is it a nightmare or a dream
Brainz on Paper 