There he stood with the wind blowing his hair into his face. He watched over the cliff as all of his dreams floated away in breeze. He had lost them. His grip had barely relaxed and they were ripped away from him. Not from his hand but from somewhere deep within. From where your hopes lie, whether in your heart or mind. His dreams drifted away along with the dead leaves of the season. He had lost them. He had lost her.
