Real.

What is real to me anymore?

those moments where time stood still.

where everyone moved on.

i dreamed you would come back.

my memory relapsed.

i do not remember if i remember you still.

i know the feelings were real.

yet i can not see you.

why do i escape the new sensations.

the new blessings of less dreams.

but more reality.

a place i had forgotten.

when i sleep.

my dreams are of things i may have missed.

when i was too busy day dreaming of the things i miss.












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