Dreams Within Breaths of Seconds

The tiny breaths we take in the insignificant seconds we live in. No memory is too sharp that it remembers all that the eyes have seen, nor all that the nose has smelled, not even the pain we felt or pleasure we have recieved. Life is so strange how it glitters before us with all the hope of all the millions of seconds that we have, yet as they tick away our dreams become realities, or become something we just place on a shelf, sighing to ourselves about all that we could have accomplished. Those breaths we take among those seconds we live within a reality that we have discovered can be anything we decide that it is. The empowering lives we all live make us fear that someday we will achieve all that we desire, because the beauty of a dream lived within a breath within a multitude of seconds is that dreams are things that are never supposed to become realities. Otherwise they would be goals, achievable beyond measure, dreams are what make human beings the envy of all living things.