Some dreams whisper at the corners of your mind.
They are always there.
Beckoning with a hand that both feeds and bites.
Desire wrapped in wanting.
Relief wrapped in melancholy.
Hope held softly in trembling hands.
To want.
To desire.
To ask for more.
Stamped foot.
Upturned chin.
When you grow in a world where your only dream was safety,
the dreams that don't …
