Dreams And Desires

March 6, 2012
our distant future subsided, even before we could even claim it ours, was stomped into dust before we could ever live it out, and slipped through the cracks of our fingers, left to be carried away by the wind. now just a distant whisper, back into the slot of a dream, never to be fulfilled.held together with the seams of our memory, slowly fraying, dieing, almost forgotten yet still screaming in the back of your head, a constant reminder that what was once a possibility, died with the whisper of mistake, altering your hope, gone.

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