For double are the portals of flickering dreams.One set is made of horn the other of ivory.And as for those that come through the sawn ivoryThey deceive carrying words that will not be fulfilledBut those that pass on outside through the polished hornDo fulfill the truth whenever any mortal sees them.
I had a dream about you. You were a meow in a vacuum and I was a bark on carpet. I told your parents Id have you home by ten but that was a lie because you were homeless.
When youre used to having nothing nothing becomes your everything and you never really want for anything. But its a double-edged sword because theres the danger of becoming complacent becoming too happy with that nothing because youve never known anything better. Complacency is the death of dreams and freedom.
Its strange how people give up on you within weeks of promising that they will always be there..and its just sad that promises are destined to breakand when you had finally believed in that one promisesomeday you give up on yourself too...and its not about love it was never..it is at times about barren hopes and a bleak tomorrow...
I had a dream about you. We were both flying through the sky like we had wings of cement. We had all the aerodynamics of a brick but what propelled us was our love for each other.
I had a dream about you. You were a street vendor selling sidewalks and I was a roadside bicycle salesman selling two-wheeled dreams to pedestrians. You thought I was hurting your business and I thought you were a midget. Turns out we were both right.