The broken dreams of a man are like the broken wings of a bird,
For, what is flight without its freedom?
All he wants to do is rest his childhood memories, tuck them in, and kiss them, preparing for a forever night's voyage.
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He's free from sleeping. Desperate to be freed from the grip of being let down any further. To live, unable to describe what life really means to him. Homeless, within his own head.
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The broken have ears...