no time or place lingers free from burial under the weight of dreams, the suffocating inundation never to follow through onto conflicting visions overlaying what came before, we reflect our purpose by all that can be built or created beyond dream’s grasp built or created with broken dreams, hoping and praying that should but one dream go unbroken it be made of all things dreamed in spite of all things that could have been or should have been, or would have been, had we dared not dream at all
anemone
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This entry (permalink) was posted on Wednesday, February 5, 2025, at 23:06 by nilskidoo. Filed in anomie and tagged sex.