A Lost Dream

There was beauty to be found in dreams once and I chased sleep down the Rabbit Hole.

The world there was magical; something the most extraordinary people can’t consciously conjure but the most ordinary can night after night. I found Hope there having tea in pretty blue china with Love and Lust, and their dear voices and soft skin and dark eyes promised that with them, all my secrets would be safe.
My fears they lit up in the twilight-like I sometimes would pieces of paper- and they tossed them up in the air and kissed me when I watched it rain fire.
It was beautiful.
But all dreams end in the cruel light of dawn, the sun has never been gentle and Tomorrow mocked my wish for an eternal night.

I don’t dream of Wonderland anymore.

I know Love misses me and even though Lust clawed her way out of Wonderland to wrap her beautiful body around mine; she fears, just as I do that Hope has forsaken me and sweet Love slowly grows bored.

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7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. The Priestess of Q
    Dec 25, 2012 @ 23:34:00

    I Louve.

    Also, Merry Christmas.. ❤

    Reply

  2. Romantic Dominant
    Jan 25, 2013 @ 22:59:24

    Sad. Have you stopped writing?

    Reply

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