There is something to be said about dreams. They are potent. Alive. All encompassing.
They make you believe it can be and is real...a little cloud of "Hope" you sit upon as you build it up, closer and closer to the goal.
And then suddenly you look down upon your once soft cushion and realize the cloud has evaporated under the heat of the sun and you are falling, falling back down to earth.
Awake.
1 comment:
Cher...You're rite Bei. The final edit is wicked. Tau Ke!!
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