This dream I held so closely from the very beginning is an Almost Lover.
My dream and I tossed about on an ocean of uncertainty between fantasy and reality…
for a very long time.
There is comfort to be found in fantasy but there comes a time when the marrow of the truth seeps into your soul leaving little room for dreams to breathe.
I can hear the dream in my darkest hours begging me to let it float away.
The dream will never be as I had imagined it would and the time has come to send my Almost Lover out to sea.