A dream, is all we need, to trip upon the one true blessed one, who seemingly gave so little, but yet caused that little spark in us, to ignite so great an inferno...
We dream of passages past, mornings to come seem surreal... but we hold on to that little spark, so afraid to lose it, so afraid to appease it...
We're lost, u see... in this surreal mythical realm... so much to hang on to, yet we beg and search only for the one illusive stranger... unwilling to let another trump its place...
Falling, and falling, we find ourselves, helpless to the sensation, mindful of the fear... the fear of hitting something hard enuff to wake us... from this lovely little surreal dream...
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