Contained but no less wild
Some dreams fly high without a care in the world that someone might see them. They squawk and twirl and set their tail feathers on fire so that they might write messages on the sky. They exist out loud. Gloriously so.
You can’t really miss them when you see them.
Other dreams live quietly. They aren’t smaller, nor are they less intense simply because they whisper instead of shout. They are a slow burn, flames that consume from the inside out. It is as if they are too sacred to reveal themselves at full volume. They do not care to be released recklessly.
It’s easy to stare straight at one and not know what you’re looking at.
You are surrounded by people who hold God-sized dreams. Have you noticed?
Or did you mistake silence for emptiness?
If all is quiet and there are no messages written the sky, inhale deeply.
Do you smell smoke?
Then be assured…there is a fire somewhere close by.