I dream and dream and now I am lost.

"If I could, I'd run back.
Back to the days when dreams
were adventures and life the play of dolls."

Nothing I had loved was ever truly mine, I was a slave to the peculiarities of rules that played by the oath of a futile gamble.
Nor my voice, neither my soul. Not even my dreams.

Dreams were evil bringer of false hope and abundant imagery, they were decorated with scenes of happiness and roads of success but never had I realised that they were sights away from rationality of reality and a gimmick of heaven that plastered my heart with never-ending sincerity.

Dreams and Reality.

ANOMALIES WITH
B O N E S

a collection of essays
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