Dream On

Sincere quietude as bewitching emanations fringe the ambient terrain. Roaring gusts of wind swiftly breeze past a detached and forlorn child, their eyes scanning over the vast, empty field of today’s present. A constant ringing occupied by an echoing amalgamation of sounds, scraped their brain, forcing them back into reality.

Nonetheless, still laid the child, inaudible within the direct center of an expansive grassland. Blessed by countless crops; but still confined, and imprisoned within a seemingly untold state of solitary. Neglected without warning. Just as they were, they thought.

Meanwhile, East of the field in which the child stood in, sat a chapel. It appeared, from thin air, right into their perspective, as if it emerged from nothing! Furthermore, and uncomfortably, the grass which grazed the rough, outer ridges of the child’s pale skin proved all the more aggravating. Its ruthless brushes forced into motion by the intense, snarling wind.

The wild grass left lacerations on the child’s right and left leg. Inflicting minor incisions upon his chilled, and numbed skin, all the while the unnatural feeling of formication began to form; however, it was met with simply a blank stare, and not a single response from the lone child. As all that remained on their face, was still, blank melancholic expression. Their luscious jet black hair acting in direct mimicry to that of a calm river stream. Fluently flowing throughout the frigid wind, and in turn briefly obstructing their field of view.

Abrupt adjustments in the wind cause the child to glare upwards toward the gleaming star above, their hair soothingly dragging alongside their nape. Obscene rays of heat sprayed directly from the sun above, strictly onto the small onlooker below. Forcing them to steadily raise their right hand, extending out their palm in hopes of not only blocking the amazing heat, but also in a mindless attempt of grasping the star within their small, childish palms. Outwardly captivated by its charm, the child had only one singular thought in the back of their subconscious mind.

Mere seconds, which felt as if hours, would leisurely pass by without much acknowledgment. Soft tears secreting from the child’s eyes, however, the child's satisfaction had yet to be satiated.

“I must have it.” they thought to themself.

Causing them to reach out their hand even further, in hopes of grabbing it once and for all. They had dreams, dreams of soaring through the sky, enjoying a calm slumber amongst the clouds and stars, with the people below unable to even notice their presence. Dreams which to them, were all that mattered. For in this cruel world, we are limited by our mind, and more specifically, our dreams. Do not limit yourself. Do as the child did. Do as your own inner child would. Reach for the stars, and don’t forget; don’t you ever look back.