a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

April 12, 2003

I dreamed this dream out loud. I marked it on a calendar: This day, my dream will come true.

I became my own hand of fate, slipping with style through every possibility's grasp that did not interest me. I had a dream, I wanted it made real, I dreamed that dream aloud.

I've awakened, having this power.

I'll never stop dreaming.

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