When I Live a Dream, I Make It My Reality.

One sense of belonging

Satiated up to the brim

And I remember standing with a bottle.

When my vision jailed the starred silver

With its shyly placed charm

Overpowering the entire gray.

And then I got the calibre to construe.

What that one night had to say.

That, what I knew, was novel and true.

That, it isn’t always dark after all

When I lived, it was luminous

And that it left me with an impact so infectious.

In the final analysis, it impeded the emancipation

It impeded the opening of doors.

For I repel falling from the myriad vistas
Into the actual nothingness.

For when I live a dream, I make it my reality.

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I never knew the feeling to strike off more than one entries on the bucket list, until now.

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