Saturday, December 24, 2016

You project your words in the way you think they make sense. The only thing coming out, being a giant mess of tangled hopes and dreams, sat upon nightmares and cold, harsh reality. They'll fade, vanish, be twisted and stretched, be misunderstood, mislead and hurt. They will heal, give hope, mend, be cherished and will sink into the heart of another, leaving moments of desire along thin strands of make-believe.
Words impact.

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