dream a little.

dare.

dream.

differ.

we stand, together, all of us, under the neon lights of this silent hill, holding hands, sharing our dream, anticipating, waiting, and once one of us has doubts, it spreads like a violent disease, spreading panic to our fragile hearts.

but we stare, as lights shift from purple to green, to blue, its been years since that color appeared, all of the other villages say were insane, sometimes we feel as if we really are insane, but we cant help it, its a dream, and so a dream must be.

our sweaty hands, so pron to slippery, but they only squeezes each other tighter, the hollers of others gist louder, the music in our brains gist violent, the lights shift by the second, as the pressure all around us increases and increases, we unanimously close our eyes, we silently scream, I do believe , I do believe , I do believe, as the villagers brake into laughter, our unheard screams become louder, I do believe ,I do believe , I do believe.

the constantly , rapidly, shifting lights, stop.

now were stuck, holding hands, under the silent hell, in the darkness of gloomy nights, with villagers laughing even louder.

and our voice, a whisper, despite all, I do believe.

1..2..3

white.

a color no one had seen in years, a color everyone had given up on, bright white lights, consuming the night sky, overshadowing any old darkness, the villagers silent, we cant believe our eyes.

as it showers us, the light, the joy.

we cant help but think.

everyone should dream a little.