dreams,
like most things,
are fleeting in life.
so,
i focus on catching and remembering those that brought me joy,
and letting the ones that didn't,
go.
simply,
like sand through a small child's hand.
dreams,
like most things,
are fragile yet beautiful in life.
♎
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