Skyglow. The dreams of a million people illuminating the nightsky.
Skyglow. The dreams of a million people exposed; caught like deer in headlights.
Maybe if we keep very still and remain perfectly silent, we will be able
to hear the plaintive cries of our dead and dying dreams, all about us.
Cut down by someone else, or afflicted of the poison that is reality,
or left to slowly die by the wayside of our minds. An ode to the dreams
we have left behind/outgrown/been forced to abandon/forgotten.
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