PLACEHOLDER OF DREAMS

 

I pass there once in a while, the blank plaque on the wall. It always dug up my old dreams. I never give much mind to who had the shop/office before, it’s all about my dreams. How I yearned to have a gallery where people would come to see my and other artists work. Just a small place where art talk filled the air. How it would build a following, the decor richer with time.  I even had names for it, or perhaps just my name. Time though took me in other directions. I found success, but the dreams never left…