When I was young I relished in my dreams. The beauty I could never seem to find in real life almost filled the missing pieces of me. Now, as I grow older, the bright colors I wish to live in grow dull. The hours I sleep increase as the time I spend in the breathtaking scenery decreases. Simply put, the older I get, the shorter my dreams get.
What happens if one day they fade away?
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Guilt, Dreams, and Other Unpleasant Things
PuisiSnippets, Poems, and Such. A bunch of things I have saved in my miscellaneous folder. Feelings and lack thereof. Cover Credit: @kassey1265
