Stars exploded out of vast stretches of melancholy emptiness, destruction arose, but the most beautiful of dreams became reality. The dream was perfect; just like my dreams, it recognized no boarders –flied freely through the vast possibility: the possibility of stars in the midst of darkness.
We must remember our emptiness now; our emptiness, darkness — is a possibility for dreams. Our dreams can be — a small bar full of laughing people, vast amounts of wine; it can be a moment of clarity, love or realization; can be a moment — that we want to exist forever, or a thought that’s clarified.
Dreams only existed in darkness, without it, we would not know what stars are…..indeed, we won’t even see them.