Dreams are a memory,
But my memories feel like dreams.

I'm trying to tell the future, I'm trying to pull at the strings, but I can't see out that far, and what scares me the most is that I'm alone...

We all have aspirations, we all have desires for more, but our world is in turmoil, breaking apart at the core.

So how do we achieve what we crave most? How do we get there when it seems there...