I see the worn look on your face. You try to hide all of the pain, answering only what you must. Caught up in the existence you want to believe is right, but you know the reality that awaits.
Once upon a yesternight you felt the dream manifest. The reflection in the mirror, the one you had wished was there throughout the years. Moments solidified, time became still, unison in the beating of chests.
Dancing in the tempest, shivering in the fervor of acknowledgement. Awakening all that you were born to experience, to deserve. Left breathless, quivering, paralyzed by unparalleled astonishment.
Just as the November wind chills to the bone. A specter of self doubt locks you back in the cage. You hear the whisper in your soul each day....yesternights dream, can be tomorrows home.
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