Until The End

One day we will all be bears. I could see it happening, if I access the hopeful sector of my mind. If you give up your dreams, you've lost everything. Reality has no meaning, for sure, just bricks in a wall of the days. When people brandish you a 'dreamer,' why does it feel like they mean to insult you, for they are actually paying you the ultimate compliment. Different minds are different ball games, some of us juggle, some of us watch the balls disappear down holes that are left laying everywhere.

Until the end, or the eternal peculiar, beyond all the faces of hope. Shadows fall on us all, but light also returns to haunt us. Nobody knows about the length of the chapters until they have been written and read and absorbed. All of us go, some blindly, some know, into the chapters of life. Watching from windows and hollowed out trees, watching as movements go by. It is cinematic here, through this pane. I hope it doesn't hurt you to be on the other side. Nothing is lost as long as it is remembered.