Carried Dreams When we were kids, our dreams were loud. Too big for the room, too bright to hide. We said them out loud without doubt, without apology. Somewhere along the way, life asked us to be smaller. More careful. More realistic. And those dreams didn't disappear... they just softened. Quietly folded themselves into who we became We carry them differently now. In the choices we almost make. In the things that still pull at us In the moments where something inside whispers, there's more. This piece is about that quiet weight, not lost dreams, but carried ones. Still here. Still alive. Just waiting to be felt again. 'Some dreams don't disappear. they just learn how to live quietly inside us."