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."