day 141

There is an unsettling darkness in this home. It plays housewife to the frightened souls. Like some sort of reminder that things will eventually be warm. This darkness will seep through door cracks the way stove tops keep stomachs from aching. This is how we keep our dreams from straying: Hands free of recipe books. Add one-fourth fear and three-fourths determination into this mixing bowl you call a mind. Stir gently with good intentions. The darkness shakes between the breaths you take. It dances. Do you feel it? Do you sense the tension it leaves behind after stomaching your emptiness? No. This is why your dreams will remain one-fourth ahead. This is why you will remain three-fourths behind. This darkness is a brokenhearted woman in a river of soulful cries. She cannot swim to save you. She cannot even help herself. She is too busy playing waterfall to concave memoirs.
     What is a dream if you leave a dream untouched? It is nothing but a mere cloud. A memory left unnamed. How many dreams have you abandoned? Enough.
     The only way to defeat this poltergeist in your heavy heart is to chase it. Chase it until you get a grasp on its living soul. Eventually, the darkness dies out and you are left with warmth. This is how you become friends with courage. There is no recipe book required. Courage will shape companion in any way you desire. The only ingredient recommended is self-worth.
            You are worth all the dreams your eyes can draw within your cave-shaped eyelids. There is no limit to how many dreams you can create. Just remember that the darkness is constantly hungry. It is starving from stomaching your empty ambitions.