There Are No Words.

He folded open the pages of his mind - yellowed and fragile - smelling of sulfur and rot. Much of the inscriptions had surrendered to age years ago, fading one word into the next, and then again back into the paper, but his atrophied eyes coaxed forward a few ghosts of meaning.

"I'm seeking yours. Dream again."

Dream again. His atrophied brain tried to recall the last time he dared to indulge his heart, but his atrophied memories turned to dust in his hands. Yet not a moment later, hope - that most dangerous of drugs - began to swim in his veins, returning senses that were given up for lost.

I breathe for new beginnings. Every moment is a time to clean out, repair, indulge, trust, play, hope, feel, think, write, learn, heal, love and dream. Every moment is a dawn.