Dream Expired

I have existed on this planet for two complete decades, almost three. I have been blessed to have experienced a plethora of emotions during my stay: love, hate, regret, vengeance, disappointment, excitement, depression.  I have learned not to take anything for granted (not even breathing). I have given up many things and have had a few taken away from me as well. Yet in all of my days and nights of cataloging emotions and memories, I have identified that, across the board, the most precious things in our lives are dreams. 

Dreams. Dreams are those effervescent filaments of hope that dance around in your mind when you think the world isn't looking. The one place where you can let your walls down without fear, and dance without limits. I have dared to dream a few dreams in my life. Some were silly, some endearing, many out of reach. Yet, one or two seemed just close enough to touch. As if I could grasp them if I just stood on the tips of my toes and stretched just a bit further......

The worst thing in life, I have learned, is to witness the death of a dream. To see the star, shining so bright and luminous just a breath away, die by a tiny wink of the universe. The explosion is crushing. It deafens the ears and weakens the spirit. The premature loss of a loved future, of a perfectly flawed  existence, crushed by the steel boot of Fate. 

I'd give anything for those dreams to come back. To believe in that happiness again. To walk without pain, to laugh without discomfort. Once, I said good-bye to a dream, not really believing it would turn on its heels and walk away so swiftly. I thought there would be this exchange of views and ultimately I would relinquish my position, with a grande gesture, and continue dreaming my blissfully defected dream. I thought there would be more time, but alas my dream has left the building and now I am alone, staring at its empty seat and wondering what comes next.