The only thought that went threw my head was "What kind of fucking idiot can't even kill themself?"
THIEVES OF DREAMS
What do they steal?
Why do they steal - haven't they their own?
Where?
Everywhere some child or innocent one has left them unprotected not of ignorance or shallow thinking. They aren't hidden due to love, hope and a sincere belie in all men. There would be no need to bury them in dark, cold holes where no life could possibly spring from their loved thoughts. Wouldn't ever feel a need to lock them away either.
What does a thief gain?
Unfortunately even the most ignorant, vile and irresponsible idiot can gain from dreamers.
How?
By aligning or shadowing those innocent child-like, free and naive that have proved to be gifted in any arena. Stealth-like and patiently they wait for an idea or gift they have no right or claim. Consuming and copying whatever has been offered up by those still free enough inside to dream.
When?
Every moment - Every second - Day in and day out - Throughout mankind . It will never end for those selected few who have been chosen or bestowed the honor.
Is it fantastic or horrid breath that utters hope that this love should be shared not raped or stolen?
My wish is not to punish the thieves but simple be given a choice to dream or not.
When I die I feel it won't be from another's sword but by the unstoppable heartbeat of dreams!
My own?
What do they steal?
Why do they steal - haven't they their own?
Where?
Everywhere some child or innocent one has left them unprotected not of ignorance or shallow thinking. They aren't hidden due to love, hope and a sincere belie in all men. There would be no need to bury them in dark, cold holes where no life could possibly spring from their loved thoughts. Wouldn't ever feel a need to lock them away either.
What does a thief gain?
Unfortunately even the most ignorant, vile and irresponsible idiot can gain from dreamers.
How?
By aligning or shadowing those innocent child-like, free and naive that have proved to be gifted in any arena. Stealth-like and patiently they wait for an idea or gift they have no right or claim. Consuming and copying whatever has been offered up by those still free enough inside to dream.
When?
Every moment - Every second - Day in and day out - Throughout mankind . It will never end for those selected few who have been chosen or bestowed the honor.
Is it fantastic or horrid breath that utters hope that this love should be shared not raped or stolen?
My wish is not to punish the thieves but simple be given a choice to dream or not.
When I die I feel it won't be from another's sword but by the unstoppable heartbeat of dreams!
My own?