The Dream

Are they killing the dream? Or the dream is killing me?
I used to believe in dreams, I used to have a dream, I used to believe in my dream, and I used to fight for my dream. Even if I didn’t realize my dream, I enjoyed fighting for it, I enjoyed every single moment struggling to achieve. You know why? Because I believed in it…
The day I started to believe in my big dream, the storm of doubt blew from everywhere; the storm of doubt was stronger than the wind of belief. The storm was like knife stabbing my heart every day. And the wind of belief died slowly.
I no longer talk. I no longer know anything. I no longer believe. I no longer dream. I no longer feel. I no longer love. I no longer live.
Is the knife, the knife of truth that has to penetrate my heart? Or it is the knife the doubt that wants to kill my heart?
Will I talk again? Know again? Believe again? Dream again? Feel again? Love again? And live again?
I don’t know ….

On the Heart of me