Wild Rayne

Aren’t they wild, these dreams that we have? As wild as those delicious juicy red berries growing amongst the wild baby’s breath in the dark thick corner of woodland sticking out into your backyard, making its presence known. They are just as easily picked off, killed, forgotten, buried under a new layer of life.
But God these dreams will eat at you, devour you as the greedy birds do the berries. Sometimes the intense longing makes you want to scream, a long wild wave of sound.
At least in screaming there is action, unlike living silently repressed by the weight of your dreams. Isn’t that wild, the power of our dreams? Just as wild as those delicious juicy red berries in that dark corner of your perfect little yard.

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