Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Dreams are like the wind. They go on forever. Searching for truth in between stars that know the point of dreams. I have a dream. They remind you of things you can’t touch. Like a gentle breeze, a wishful sigh, a rambling mind, a distant sky. I have a dream The things though you touch, like a child speaking of birth to death, adults almost at death, a barking dog, a walking Belle, are all you need in this world. I have a dream. They make you feel grounded, even as you touch the highest part of your being, the dreams that save. I have a dream. I have a dream. I have a dream. I am in a space where dreams are all we have. All we have.