“One day, i’m gonna be the richest man in the world”,
He was just a boy, but he already had big aspirations…
The dream moved to being a doctor, until he realized he couldn’t stomach blood.
So it continued, his dream continued to be malleable and hopeful.
Time passed, years in fact … The desire to have larger than reality dreams remained,
The difference was that this time he dreamt of love,
-Perfect and true love
It was the beginning of the demise of the dreamer
He gave all he had to this dream, some would even say the dream changed him.
Until reality struck, and he woke up.
Realizing that dreams only exist when one’s eyes are closed.
Now he dreams no more, preferring to stay in the tangible world,
-Scarred by what he once believed in.
-Scarred by what he once believed in.
The dream is dead, and so is the dreamer.
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