The Impossible Dream

His body moved like a wave in every motion, even when he didn't try he couldn't resist the dance. It was in his body, in his flesh and in his blood. In his dreams he danced in the dark, and i awoke him to this chilling concept; he could be anything he wanted if he believed, the way i believed.

But I failed him one day, because when he told me things could be different for me, i didn't believe him. I was blind to my own beauty, I just wanted to see the beauty in him.

I went to see him before he went away, to this school, this school of magic that would make him believe he could be anything. I kissed him goodbye and wished him well, but that was all, and somehow I felt like he took me with him.

Yes, he left my physical body and my violin case was still behind, and i didn't go anywhere without it; that was how i knew i was still here. Because I could see him clearer then i could see anything. I could see him bowing to the dance, succumbing to the music, making love to the audiences eyes as they watched his passion set fire to the floor. I could see the tears and the movement in his face, the emotion in his eyes. He became something more when he was on the stage, he became real. Almost as he were the mirror and you saw yourself somehow through him, just the pain, the joy, the love. It was all there. It was the audience that was absent, who didn't understand, and it was he who tried to make them understand. They had to understand what he was really trying to say. And that was August's goal. He had to make them  understand. He made me understand, that everyone is different, but that we are all the same, we are human.

I'm a writer and i think my one flaw is i think to much, and i'm not brave. I don't put my words out there because if they don't see the world the way i do just in a moment i try to capture it, I feel as if i've failed. I want to create something beautiful, if i can't be beautiful myself. If i can't look like a model with a curvey figure, botox lips, and incredibly nice boobs. If I can't be all of those things, if i can't have them, what do i want? To live, and explore life without taking it all and leaving nothing but a empty space and another hole in the ground. I don't want to create this space in your mind with all these questions but this place in your senses that is overcome with this ability to think; and better, dream.

Maybe I want the impossible, but in the end I hope i can be the impossible.