Through persistence to a clear vision, the dreamer comes to understand that no matter how unlikely, taboo, or youthful these dreams may appear to be, the belly of the earth can and will still stretch with the conception of the new dream as sure as the belly of a woman can and will stretch with the conception of new life.

Brainstorm until your dreams roll in like thunder & your passion strikes with the love in your eyes.

I cast my eyeball into the depths of space as bait, vision-casting to see the unreal catch life is reeling in for me.

Though the mature dreamer seems to whisper to himself repetitively of pursuing a dream that appears to be out of his league, in all actuality, these repetitive sweet nothings, whispered to the universe, will materialize into the jackhammer that will eventually penetrate the concrete reality of the earth and give birth to new worlds.

Depression was my body's way of grieving the loss of my childhood dreams. Writing was my imagination's way of redefining them.

‪You collide with destiny caught up in the mystery of walking the halls of a mind that's only inclined to recognize & expect victory.‬