I am walking home. I curl my hands into my chest on this cold, spring night. I look around curiously. Observing the way a leaf flips back and forth from the night breeze. The archetecture of the roofs I am passing by. Approaching my front door, a sharp piece of metal from the gate catches my arm. Though blood appears, I can not feel the pain. I open the to the desolate apartment and toss my keys upon the table. Kicking off my shoes, I sit down on the stiff couch and lean back. The vibration causes an object to fall from the shelf behind me. After striking my head, it falls into my lap. Recognizing it as my old photo album, I brush the dust off of it and slowly open it.

 

I will make my dreams come true. I will swim in the ocean again, feeling my weight transfer from side to side as the heavy waves toss my body. I will stand up and sing in front of you. Dim lights allowing you to see my open arms. Symbolizing my openness. As people in the pub talk over me, I am uninsulted as I have forgotten any other souls.

 

I will close my eyes and know that anything I visualize is obtainable. That the people over the years were wrong, it is possible. And I see her face. Walking through a dim alley. The heat from the sewers creating a moving fog. her red dress coming towards me as if I were the meaning for its existance. And she kisses my wounds without a sound.

 

There's always been something lurking. Somewhere deep, deep inside. I know you've felt it too and it scares you. These chains we've been bound to seem relenting. Ruthless. Merciless. Everyone knows bondage. Everyone knows control. We've all fell victim to that overwhelming desire to submit. To give up everything for just one little taste.Have you gotten in it? Maybe even today? There's that reaction. The fear of being hurt. Taken advantage of. Brused or beaten. Emotionally or physically. We're all the same yet so different. I often find myself wondering if you even know me. Know my hidden passions. My secret dreams. Do I know yours? The feeling of being thrown into a fire. Burned by the realization we asked for. How can we blame the other for what we began. Would we feel hurt if we bared our soul. Confiding in them, releasing the secret we swore would never be told or known. Don't we all hold that fear that this will hurt us? Protecting ourselves even as we want to scream for care. For understanding. We're so busy infecting the virus that was given to us. Who gave it to you? Who taught you to be afraid? Your mother? Your best friend? Your lover? I want to rip through the shadows to save us. To bring mankind to a new level. To make it okay. To help society understand that it's okay to hurt. To cry. To feel as if life was about to end. So that we don't have to live in fear. Immorality becoming very basic in value. Just as it had started, centuries upon centuries ago. To help you understand , you are a gift and that you have the power. You posess the means. You are the hope. For this is not a dream, but you must dream to stay alive.