this one has the means but not the dreams. gifts and treasures of the sharp mind and luscious flesh. a dream is not something you can give, you can’t ribbon-wrap and tissue-sheath a purpose. to make them come true, they need to be there in the first place. a dream is a chicken, an egg is the truth.
is this one empty, without dreams? maybe she’s the one who is awake and aware, while the rest of us are asleep and dreaming.