Dreams don’t just do some abracadabra and vanish. They also don’t implode boisterously and sometimes there is no exact point in time that they vanished. We just look through the present and discover that they are no longer with us.
Dreams are ignored into oblivion and procrastinated till they can no longer be rescheduled. A dying dream is like a bucket of water left in the sun, slowly but surely evaporating.
Dying dreams aren’t those dreams going through series of rearrangements much like a rubix cube, those are dreams bubbling with life because of their interactions with our hearts and life’s realities.
Dying dreams are the “I’ll do it tomorrow” dreams. The dreams waiting for tomorrow to be born, never are because they are waiting for a tomorrow that will never come.