Dreams
He
suddenly
realized
He
arrived
at that point
in life
Where he
dreamed
less
of the
future
And more
of the
past
---
Friday Thoughts:
I stopped posting my story/poems every Friday for a while; I felt that I was slacking on my serious posts on Linkedin. So the stories went into time out. Which they felt was very unfair. It surely wasn't their fault, business brain was slacking? They probably had a point.
This story/thought, came to me in that mindspace right before going to sleep. I wasn't 'dreaming' of the what could be, or what might be, or the fantastic what never may be. I was dreaming a memory.
Is there a point where one stops dreaming of the future and only in memories? Yearning not for the kisses of the future but the remembrance of those past?
No one ever warned me of this journey.
When I sent the story to Yvette Gilbert, this was a case where my image in my head was dramatically different than her vision. I never expected it. (and this is why I love doing these) Yvette can be found https://lnkd.in/ekT-J6A4
Original Linkedin post is here: https://bit.ly/3GqQmi4
Past poem/stories and Friday comments :
🐛 Caterpillar: https://bit.ly/3CKmfAT
🐉 Dragons: https://bit.ly/3uV8tZA
🧒 Inner Child: https://bit.ly/3FAkmsy
☂️ Calm Day: https://bit.ly/3aSvaUJ
🪲 Lampyridaes: https://bit.ly/3mnSrEC
👻 Haiku Boo!: https://bit.ly/3GVTaFg
📚 The Collector: https://bit.ly/3n273K9
🪨 Stone loves wind: https://bit.ly/3kSAsFk
👪 Logical vs Biological Family: https://bit.ly/31hZiY5
🦀 Crabby: https://bit.ly/3oFbJ9G
🧠 Wandering: https://bit.ly/3KTXXcA