I want to write something so epic that it moves your soul. That it shatters you and rebuilds you. That it leads to you looking at the world through a little bit of a different lens.
That you find yourself questioning that other persons viewpoint, their worldview, before you’re so quick as to jump down their throat. Before you’re so quick to cut someone else down. Before you cut them down at the knees.
I want to write something so epic that it somehow changes the world. That we each become a little happier, a little less judgemental, a little less caught up in our faults, and the faults of others.
I want to write something so pretty that it personifies itself in the image of a beautiful, bohemian woman in a pretty white, flowing dress with flowers in her hair. And I want you to feel pretty. I want you to feel beautiful. I want to write something so pretty that it makes you feel fucking beautiful.
I want to write something that enriches the earth. I want my words to ring throughout time immortal. I want souls to be touched and to touch. I want a human link to form, and I want that human link to transcend time and space. I want those words to pour from some greater universal truth that’s innate in all of us.
I want to write something so kind that it causes you to be kind. To spread kindness. So that you stop to help when and where you can. So that you continue to make this world a little brighter.
And I’m just a dreamer. And there you have it. That’s my dream. What a beautiful, wonderful word. Dream. Dreamer.
It’s like a piece of heaven. Dream. Dreamer.