In my dreams, I am free. In my dreams, I am whoever I want to be.
When reality begins to sink in, what do I have left?
1.15.2014
“I once had a garden filled with flowers that grew only on dark
thoughts but they need constant attention and one day I decided I had
better things to do."
Well, they're paper flowers, of course. Nurtured delusions. There you go.
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