Well, more exactly, I HAD a dream. A good dream no doubt. The kind that lingers in your soul even after you wake up. The kind where you can hear the echoes of the dream resonating down the corridors of your heart. The kind that leaves a sweet aftertaste in your mind.
The kind that makes you wish you could dream it again. The kind that makes you want to go back to sleep in hopes of continuing it. The kind that stays on your mind even as you go through your day. The kind that makes you wish as your sleep the next day that it will come again. But ultimately it's the kind that fades with time.
"Time is a gentle man"
Well, happiness always seems to pass a bit too fast. But the hope keeps us going.
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Still I knock. The door remains shut but for a tiny crack. I see only so much. I cannot reach.
