Fires burn brighter the deeper it is within, closer to a heart beating with longing and hope. Embers shining brightly through the windows of the soul, it can be seen by those with the telescopes of an experienced existance.
There’s an admirable beauty of the glow in those eyes, for it is rare to find such a sight amongst many droplets that make up the sea of the walking mundane.
There’s something beautiful about the intricacies of intertwining threads of longing and hope woven onto the tapestry of mind and soul. For that is the stuff that amazing beautiful dreams are made of. The sort of dreams that transcends the trappings of the waking world and come to life, manifested more vivid than the illusions of slumber’s shadow theatrics.