A memory flashes from years before.
Or was it only a dream?
I can no longer really tell the difference between things once coveted and those lost along the way. Nothing much remains except the exhilarating smell of youth.
And even that is fading.
Memories may well anchor my present, but they have also buried my past. And tomorrow remains just some illusion, well hidden behind walls that are still being built.
I was once told about a line resting somewhere between self-deception and reality. I’ve long since learned that it’s moving target, one easily breached. Memories and dreams are very much like that.
Once we discover how to surrender them both.
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