‹ Prequel: In the Month of May
One-Hundred Days
Day Six: Dreams
We walk along the frozen creek of broken dreams. Eggshells of an edge, the crumbling foundations of the rim of a grand canyon. We walk with precision and caution, wary steps wedge shards of ice into the soles of our bare feet.
We walk along the edge of the world, hand in hand, careful and precise.
We walk along with our dreams in tow, held tight by the sweaty palms, nervous of the proximity with the real world.
We walk where dreams intermingle with the realities of our worlds. Our dreams are cautious and scared as our lives lash out at them. We boycott sleep to keep our dreams safe.
Our eyes are red and scarred, our hands cold and weak. Our feet are cut and bruised and attacked with frostbite. We walk with our weary hearts, heavy footsteps on this panes of ice.
We walk along on the breaking frozen creek of shattered dreams.
We walk with our dreams and ourselves in tow.
The only real thing are our dreams, scared and shivering.
Our real lives are in a past life now.
All we have is our dreams.
We walk along the edge of the world, hand in hand, careful and precise.
We walk along with our dreams in tow, held tight by the sweaty palms, nervous of the proximity with the real world.
We walk where dreams intermingle with the realities of our worlds. Our dreams are cautious and scared as our lives lash out at them. We boycott sleep to keep our dreams safe.
Our eyes are red and scarred, our hands cold and weak. Our feet are cut and bruised and attacked with frostbite. We walk with our weary hearts, heavy footsteps on this panes of ice.
We walk along on the breaking frozen creek of shattered dreams.
We walk with our dreams and ourselves in tow.
The only real thing are our dreams, scared and shivering.
Our real lives are in a past life now.
All we have is our dreams.
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Drabble.I'd like to thank everyone, especially matthew gray gubler; , for reading. Even if you've just read one, I appreciate it so much, I really do. ::arms: