in the midst of madness sandwiched between yesterday's memories and the furthest dreams of tomorrow is today
and as always it will drag by slowly like the vestige of a shadow before the slow encroaching night
days end and begin in darkened rooms of a fragmented mind
it's not my game of choice never the less the board is set.
so I suppose this is where we start
why do dreams never come true ?
Dreams Come True
Other people's, but then there is no way to judge their level of contentment. -allets-