stuck thought

The breezy antics of palm trees match the way thoughts and memories weave and sift through each other.
 A thought that refuses to go away trying to become memory.
The consequences of a mish mash head where people who knew me too well opined was a strange mixture of  a three year old and a sixty.
At times no comments matter.
Bells lights and horses did happen.
The adult world is too drab to even believe in any possibility of a dream.
No proof for anything.
And yet..
 somebody who brushed away my fears of a lack of proof, who reaffirmed my faith in goodness told me "If I slap you now when nobody sees what is the proof"
I smiled in relief then that there was one soul to trust in truth, in integrity.
Then I didn't have the nerve to tell him of bells lights horses besides a vampire.
Perhaps good I stopped with a vampire.
He steered slowly away with a nightmare, imagine what he would have seen my dream as.
Sometimes, in life you reach a point where you keep it all to yourself.
I guess some people are born to speak out, some learn what to speak out and some others are destined to end if ever they let out what is to be within.