The Brothers, the Tower and No Elephant

 Island of Lost Dreams

The brothers had a reputation that preceded them wherever they went. The day they decided to steal the gold statue of an elephant, they came up with a plan and managed to sneak inside the king's tower. The problem was, they couldn't find the damn elephant anywhere. They climbed all the way to the top in pitch black darkness. Exhausted, they sat down for a few seconds. No elephant, but the view was magnificent. They decided to watch the sunrise before resuming the search. Suddenly, evil laughter interrupted the dreamy moment. Watching the sunrise was lovely. Free flying was not.

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Grab a Bag...

Cadenza

Grab a bag and fill it with stars, one by one. One star for each day you've made it. One star for each doubt you've overcome. One star for each moment of loneliness, for each step you've taken. Grab a bag and fill it with dreams, one by one. One dream for each tomorrow, for each smile, for each doubt you've left behind. And when you open that bag, you won't know which are the stars and which the dreams. While you carried them around, they talked and they smiled. They knew they would be free, as free as fireflies.

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If Only I Had...

Pixel Dreams

If only I had a moment, one single moment...

I would close my eyes and listen to the languid swooshing of the old windmill.

I would be a seagull for a moment, one single moment, and feel the wind under my wings.

I would sway softly in a soothing flight of sheer weightlessness. I would be suspended in mid-air.

And I would forget everything. I would forget time. I would forget pain. I would forget the struggle.

I would just fly in a motionless sense of abandonment.

I would close my eyes and listen to that one single effortless moment.

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Why Not?

Apassionata

“Why not the head first?” asked Paulie.

“That's not the way we do it,” replied the boss.

“Why not?”

“Because. Go grab the leg for me and shut up.”

Paulie crossed the yard, grabbed the leg from a bucket, and dragged it back.

“Here.” And he dumped the leg on the kitchen table.

“Hey. Remember the arm.”

The acid would do wonders, but last time he had to deal with an arm, it flipped in such an odd way he didn't sleep for a whole damn week.

“Why not the head...?”

“Paulie...”

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