the artist's box
chapter 3- real dreams
so what is up with getting hopes up? do they rise naturally as the days progress, coming to the surface like bubbles in liquid, or are they like amber, static and still, waiting for life or some other force to shave off the bits and pieces of the top that will make the hope realise into the air?
or maybe i'm thinking to much. good-night.
confused? read this chapter from the beginning: here