A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

August 16, 2011

I hoard these moments...

Because I know that I cannot hold them to me and make them a series of memories which I can relive. I cannot, and I accept that. Maybe, in this fraught hour as I look back and see the faces and the stories and think, I believe that I can perhaps be more forgiving to myself for my many lapses, and to others for theirs. 
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