How does it feel?

It was only a dream. I believed it was true. I believed, always believed; in the dream.

For me there was nothing more real, more clear, more precious than that which I shared with you. My dream.

Do you believe in angels? Do you believe in beautiful creatures that come to save the wretched and weary hearted? Beautiful creatures with compassionate eyes and wings with soft feathers to lean your face into. Pure white feathers that promise to take your pain and suffering away. That will lift you up, and take you somewhere you belong to.

Do you believe in second chances? Do you believe in a better tomorrow where the mistakes of your past will be righted? Opportunities to let go of the regret in your past, and look forward to a future where you are free of the of the hurt you have caused to those who love you. Lift you up, and take you, where you should have been all along.

I had a dream. In that dream it was me and you. The world was bright, our smiles were bright. As I looked into your eyes. I noticed, that the future was bright as well. We were there, it was beautiful, it was perfect. So I shared the dream with you.