between us

there is something that dances

chaotic at times

delicate at others

raging when it needs to be enough

to hope is to want, and to want, is to dream

but the expectations are the ones we set

the ones we make come from somewhere

a dream is a something that doesn't require concious continuation

a hope is a want that has manifested in our bodies till we know no different

but what we want

what we want, is magical

because in most cases we have no idea where it comes from

and one day it sits down right in out lap

until it is absorbed by our stomachs and it turns into butterflies