It was never anything you'd call a traditional dream,
not even a so-called hope for or a simplistic little wish.
No, but it was always there, in the back of the mind.
Lingering, sometimes spilling over to the knowable headspace,
but mostly just there... like an old, ever-present foundation.

Thing is, I never knew what it was or what it could mean,
and I suppose I didn't really care enough to, you know, care.
Much like a blue sky, you don't really notice it until it's not blue anymore.
It's just something in the background of life,
something that makes the important parts stand out.
I wonder if I mixed those two up, foreground and background...
... what's truly important... and what is not.

I've heard said that life is the only important thing about anything but life,
but in life the importance has to change... to let us see...
that to focus on life, in life, forces the actual act of living away
life should only be seen as a bacground... a base to what is important...
... to all the pretty pictures you create in it, through it...
and all the details... all the blue skies and all the exhales...
everything else must come first.

I never knew that... I wonder if I'm still not oblivious to that fact...
if it's even possible to alter a set position... to change a viewpoint fermented in mind
... I wonder

Maybe...

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