-when I turned around, and it was me

Peeking at you over the edge of my sunglasses. 
The pretty lady, dancing the pretty dance. You wondering if she'd dance when it was time for your music. Then she turned around.

And then a past you left behind for your music suddenly stared back at you. A representative of what you had once sacrificed for your ambitions.

Follow your dream, make it real, I said, sad to loose your company, happy to know you were following your dream. You were leaving us all behind. And then I comforted my other friend, your now ex-girlfriend.

The dream had since become reality. And there I was.  
The one you hadn't dared even dream of.

You started dreaming again, right then and there. This time, you dreamt of me.
A dream with no ambition but to be allowed to be dreamt.


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I, however, had planned to dodge you. To leave you undisturbed to your ambitions. 
But as I turned and stared right into your face, I could not do so without affront. I had to confront.

And that's about where you got fucked. Not in the litteral way though. At least not yet. I judged you not in need of my protection, strong and able to protect yourself. 
You could carry the weight of choosing not to on your own shoulders. 
So I allowed your dream.


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Not only did I allow you to dream, eventually I allowed that dream to become reality.

I had not expected it, but by doing so I gained reality for some of my own dreams.


Hyndla- 2015