Imagine, a world full of color. Spiral staircases ending in smoke. A glimpse of light shining on an angels face from a tear. A tear fallen from an eye full of hurt, pain and raw emotion. An eye staring at the sky, gazing at a galaxy full of stars in space. An endless and empty space where your mind can be free. So you run, chasing after a voice. It's calling you, showing you where you must go. Your running faster through the lush green woods of your conscience. You see guilt and shame and keep running faster to catch the voice, you hear it closer as you stubble on happiness. Picking yourself up, you see passion right in front of you, you sprint towards the edge, jump off, diving headfirst into it. You can't swim, yet you find your self cutting through the ocean of passion, reaching the voice that's calling you. You can barely breath, and you wake up gasping for air thinking, "it was all but a dream."

This was my dream. I spent many nights hearing and chasing this "voice." The voice of creativity, inspiration, and passion. I have found this voice. The voice was in me. The drive was in me. The passion was in me. The creativity was in me. Just as it is in you.

I challenge you, let me be your echo. An echo always follows the voice, just as I did in my dream. So I dare you.

I dare you to dream.

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