That moment you realise that not only is your dream truly and forever unattainable, but that all your hopes and aspirations to nurture and protect that precious soul and eternal flame of joy and living beauty or unbounded freedom were only ever bundled hollow, haunted and melancholy intuitions of your own failure.
To become a question without an answer, a key without a lock and a room without a window is perhaps and always only to return to that dark and lonely planet that we all inhabit inside our heads, well before the gentle lights of other hearts and minds ever reach out and touch or hold the little hand that seeks and reaches out for warmth from deep inside us.
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I like this one – simple and sad.
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