Words are powerful. Easily believed, easily said, but hard to forget. Words aren’t constant at least when they’re spoken. They only remain constant, written, on a page perhaps in a book. Words remain constant in the soul. Sometimes, the wind has the ability to blow the words away because somehow words become dust when they aren’t true. Your words remain ceaseless in the soul. The dreams you claim you’ll reach will someday lower from the clouds and will greet you eye to eye. They will no longer be dreams, but rather actuality. Dream with your eyes open and speak into existence.
