the one that got away

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I've never told anyone but...
remember how we used to
wake up and then go right back to sleep
Because the Dreamland was far more
Homely than reality itself?
Remember how in all of the despair
We found shelter within ourselves
An escape ,
Our momentarily salvation.
How something so pure would turn out to be harmful in the long run. The nights and days lost to a slumber deeper than the depths of the sea, time ticking and we unable to hear it through the deep waters obliviously stayed put for a long time.
But now as I'm writing this ,
I've overcome this habit of ours.
I will not lie sometimes a nostalgic feeling
Washes over me
Reminding me of that far away land
With its islands and beaches
With its mountains and natural riches
With the people,
the people we called our friends,
simply a figment of our imagination to keep us company in our reoccurring adventures.
I sometimes wonder how these people really feel now that we haven't visited in a long time...
Never quite reaching that deep but safe slumber that transported you right into the heart of our dreamland.
Oh but how lonely the mountains will be
And how empty the beaches must feel
And a deep sorrow washes over me
As with time this Dreamland of ours simply ceased to exist...