Blurred Dreams

'I just miss it. I was so close, you know? So close!'

'I know, but haven't you thought why this happened?'

'What do you mean?'

'Tell me what you did after you quit? After you lost everything you had. Tell me what you learned. How you're living your life right now. How you spend your days. What you think about. What you want to do for the rest of your life. What is making you go on?'

She looked at her hands for a while then looked up at him again.

'I.. I do not know.'

'You don't know? Well I find that hard to believe. I heard what you said when people asked you about your dream. Tell me Annabelle. What is your dream? Tell me what your answer was.'

She sighed, then a light shone upon her face as if the shadow she wore all these years had finally been lifted, revealing her beauty. 'I don't have a dream rather I have plenty. I have about five dreams and there are a couple of dreams within them. I want to be an Artist that draws the beauty in this world. That draws the places that most people dream about, but can't reach. I want to draw the smiles of little children and the beauty within everybody... I want to draw the peacefulness in your eyes and the love in your heart. I want to draw the life in your soul.' she said and looked up at him with a smile cornering her lips. 'I want to be a musician who plays softly on her violin; sending a million of goosebumps all over your skin. I want to play the wind's soft whisper and the rain droplets at night. I want to change their dark souls by a melody I would play. I want it to fill their souls, maybe then they'll realize that peace comes within. That they can not fight for peace. That they should dig deep within their heart, maybe they'll find a speck of innocence within them... And I want to play your voice that sings me to sleep every night.' she said and was silent for a while. 'What else?' he whispered and held her hand.

'I want to write about the sun and how its first rays warms people on the streets. I want to write about the smile that lightens their faces when they feel its warmth hugging them. I want to write about happiness and how it doesn't have to be related to money. I want to write about them; the ones, who have no better home but the dark streets and the cold pavement. About how they could be happy and walking on air even though they barely have something to eat or drink. Maybe happiness is seeing the crystal dusted stars above you. Maybe happiness is hearing the birds chirping every morning. Maybe happiness is breathing the fresh air at dawn. I want to write about Peace, Love and freedom. For only when they free themselves from the monsters within their souls could they finally feel the peace in their mind and the love that can fill their hearts if they only gave it a chance. Maybe I can change their life. Maybe I can change one life, which would mean that I somehow changed the world... And i want to write about you and how you close your eyes and fly inside your head. I want to write about you and how you see the words I say, how you listen to the eyes of the innocent and hear their smiles, how you look up connecting the clouds that are hugging the skies and see the pictures sent by the angels to only those who dare to look up. For as you always say; nothing is what it seems like.'

You see?', he smiled. 'Sometimes you need to let go of some things that are bringing you down, to find out what your heart truly desires, to find why you're here. You are here to change this place. You have already changed yourself. Now it's your job to help people out by a picture you draw, a piece of music you play or a poem you write. Only when you do that will they not forget you. You will be a part of them, just like I am a part of you now. I will hold your hand till the very end, for only failures stand alone.'