The Dream Share Project

My heart belongs to the road. To the misty mountains in the west, to cool streams on feet and hidden hill top ponds. To pavement paths stretching even until the curving of the adventurous earth. Spontanaiety calls to me in a thousand unique voices, shattering the glass box we've built and placed me in. " "

When the last peice of oppression has been swept, when the veil of expectations has been lifted, when secret dreams meet waking world, we will replace our empty insides with a blossom- an eternal blossom of spirit- and even in death we will find ways to live, knowing that not a second has been wasted.