The essence of dreams forgotten
Sunday, June 22nd, 2008I wish that my life,
Could be remembered,
As if someone cared.
Wanting and hoping,
For when the day comes,
And they recall.
I wish for so many things
Curious and cluttered dreams,
That fade into a place I cannot go,
Where I may find myself,
Trying to hold on,
To just one.
I wish to be,
So unfettered by such desire.
Believing myself to be true,
Searching for […]