the dreams that we thought that would be taking us to a better place, now that are thread bare. only the memory of what could have bee, held up to the light of what is.
believing with all of my heart, that out there somewhere is a place for dreamers like me. prayers that will always be answered, and that love is always true and pure, the way that it was meant to be. then there is the real world.
the place where the rest of the world is. the place that is rough and tumble. hard and unforgiving. not knowing or caring what or who you are. that you have to try and make some sort of sense of it all.
believing that in the end, faith and love are the things that will be bringing us all through the fire. yet it still does not answer the question, where does all of the time go?
the hours, the days, the years, that we thought would go on forever. until it is to late to get them back.
so we face the future with love and a prayer, knowing that it will soon be better.
so it goes. press on regardless.