I wander down forgotten trails Searching out forgotten tales Weary feet carry on Beyond each bend and twisting turn In every moment I retrace The memory of this magic place
Art, Poetry, and dreams of things to come. False Promises is something we all do whether we make them to pacify a young child or an anal associate. The worst are the ones we make to ourselves and label bucket or wish list.
With that said I hope to write stories populated by my memories, and the regrets that I would change. If only done in fiction or a dream, I tried.
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