Poem
To be here and dreaming,
as the past is dying.
The moments past are dear,
yet each day spent with fear.
Clear Memories wilt now.
Story
I'm here, today, existing in this moment...... That moment is in the past, and I forget it too. I'm here now sitting in my chair; I am alone. Moments of the past flood my mind, and all that in my life is viewed at the same time. All things seem small now, and thus, the future seems big like a small adult dragon; ready to fly to only be pushed and pulled by the wind. Attempt after attempt, the dragons fails and the tears run down the dragons face, and day becomes night.
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Reality of me that was and is
RandomAnthology of poetry and stories with themes ranging from sorrow to melancholy thoughts.
