2010
07.31

Only a Dream

Everything was right. The tastes, the smells, the air. There was a wind in the door. Eyes gazing upwards for hope of rain, but only the sun falling again.
The flickering lights and the tires kicking dust in the air.
Find your way in the dark to your destination.
These are but moments that passed, every one a life, time, engulfed.
Those eyes glinting lightly even in dark, as mine open, the wind slams the door shut again.
Only a dream.