Expired Dreams

source: deutobold

I produced too many dreams.

More hungry dreams than I could feed. More hasty dreams than could be fulfilled before their use-by date.

What a shame… Once vibrant, spinning, full of life—now they lie withered, motionless and dying. Dying, ’cause I let them.

Death was always their fate.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. I really love your work! This post especially.

    1. mrsreckless says:

      Thank you! I’m happy to hear that 🙂

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