dreams.
they say that
i have them all
the time, but i never
seem to remember them
when i wake
up to the morning
sunlight filtered
through my curtains.
but here,
in this place,
the place we once were
together,
i remember them so well,
the dreams,
they are
here when i wake
up in the morning.
i don’t know why,
why now?
it is, after all,
the same
sun, just filtered through
different curtains.
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how did I not find these posts before! Extremely profound thoughts and amazing writing pulling at my heart strings and causing the tears to flow. I’ve probably said this before, but you are so brave in sharing these moments and so inspiring! Have a wonderful time traveling this week!!