quinta-feira, 14 de janeiro de 2010


You remember the last time you saw him.
He was smiling. He was laughing. He was being.
But it wasn't him.
Just a dream. That's all you got left.
No actual memory, no moment, no last words, last thoughts.
A dream. A happy one. A dream that brought hope, that brought tranquilization.
And a dream that was destroyed.
Gone was the smile, then came the tears. The loss.
The feeling you had failed to be where you needed to be.
Failed to be who you were.
How were you supposed to understand that life happens?
You could never have predicted it.
But you could have been there.
You could have gotten more than just a dream.
You could have gotten reality.

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