Imagine a dream, a goal, something that you had been shooting for for an eternity. You'd been wanting this one thing, so badly, that you'd do anything to get it. Not a day went by that you didn't think of it, and you'd carried this dream everywhere you went. Imagine for every single one of those days, that you put your entire self plus more of excruciating pain into this dream. The dream, that you thought surely would come true. You'd refuse others for it, and thought only of it. Whenever you saw a movie you thought of it, when thinking of love you thought of it, when with friends, when with strangers, when with anyone, you thought of it. Even on those silent, cold nights, you looked up to the twinkling stars to find the absolute brightest, then you wished upon it and hoped and prayed that it'd come true. You smiled when you dreamed of it. You're heart was pure when you dreamed upon it. All was perfect.....................
Then it vanished. In a split second. Into the air. Gone.
All of this, years of work, suddenly gone by a single, lonely, idea. That halfway took the dream's place.
No one knows where the other half stands, except in the creator itself.
But the idea is out; its chains broken. It now takes its place.
To the world, the dream is forgotten. The idea stands like a boulder.
Yet somewhere, a tiny light glows unseen.
But to the tiny pebble, the dream lives on.
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