Dreams

Sometimes dreams are not found until they are no longer being searched for, after hope has been lost. It is easy to over look them at that point, but they can still be there.

Once a dream has been found it is not the end. There is still much work to be done, for that was only the beginning. Nothing happens by itself, dropped out of the darkness. Labor makes the accomplishment what it is.

Breathe

My soul cries out from the middle of all of this, begging for a release that will never come. My soul longs to create music as the expression of itself.
Sometimes while I am listening to the radio, or singing in church or anywhere that there is music, I will almost start crying.

Music is my air.

I struggle to breathe in a world of pollution while someone is slowly strangling me.
Maybe one day I will pry the fingers from my throat and find clean sweet air.