Dreams or Something like it.

Sometimes dreams have a habit of getting away from you. One moment they’re in your head, churning around as they try to give themselves a name, a face, or sense of belonging. Some dreams you have leave you feeling cold, hot, in between, and sometimes like nothing.

Having moved to New York, I’ve come to realize that there are many dreams that I have had that have chipped, and faded away in my line of vision as a result from the bright lights of downtown blaring at night. Or have been drowned to silence and only pop up when the creaking wheels of the subway trains rumbles down the tunnel trying to get you to a destination you sometimes need a map to get to or just your plain old feet.It’s really amazing how so many dreams of ours get forgotten, lost, or burn up in flames that take over us or take us down. And only get conjured up like magic when we shutter our eyes at the brightness of the lights and shimmer in the darkness of the city.

Let’s just say I love New York. I remembered that I had forgotten how to dream.