I dream. I don’t always remember what I dreamed about or what I experienced during this phase, but still, I dream.

I dream of dark nights and hazy corners. I can’t quite remember who it was that left me feeling so off-kilter, that I couldn’t stand anymore.

I dreamed I was chased by an object, and I eventually outran it, only to find it growing up in a garden.

I once dreamed I could jump off a cliff to escape what was coming, and I ended up realizing I could fly.

I have experienced terrible, dreadful things, and still, I dream. I can’t stop, because if I did, who would dive into the parts of my mind that remain unexplored? No one but me. No one but you. No one can dream your dreams for you, nor mine for me.

We must continue to dream, because if not me, and not you, then who?

Love,

Hallie