Dreams

This photo reminds me a lot of my childhood. I was notorious for collecting these. My mom would find places in my room stuffed full of these. I think I believed that if I collected enough, all my wishes would come true. Silly I know, but when you're a child, anything is possible. The way the pieces are floating away kind of make me feel as though it's somewhat symbolic, of how easy you can lose sight of what you want most. The little parts always made me feel like every wish had different parts to it. The first part always being creating the wish. The second being making it come true, which, in itself was divided into stages, or "pieces." So in a way, I guess my dreams are still dandelions.