Happiness.... was it ever meant to be mine? Every now and then, I catch short glimpses of futures that could make me smile... but know I will never be able to touch them. More on this later.
Dreams make the man, dreams allow us to taste the future, to give us a glimpse of what hides beyond the myriad of infinite, to show us our deepest desires. Then the dawn comes and they leave us with the bitter taste of loss, and we strive our waking lives in a desperate struggle against entropy; to navigate the streams in our quest to recover lost desires.
It took a little while, but my friend soon realized that fate has a habit of waiting till things appear darkest before gifting you with new and wondrous possibilities. I can but hope this is the case with you my dear.
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Dreams make the man, dreams allow us to taste the future, to give us a glimpse of what hides beyond the myriad of infinite, to show us our deepest desires. Then the dawn comes and they leave us with the bitter taste of loss, and we strive our waking lives in a desperate struggle against entropy; to navigate the streams in our quest to recover lost desires.
It took a little while, but my friend soon realized that fate has a habit of waiting till things appear darkest before gifting you with new and wondrous possibilities. I can but hope this is the case with you my dear.
-Malcolm
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