User:Mkdw/Dreams

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The wear on stones when people walk,
My shifting sands of setting rock.
An unclaimed story of growing lands,
The fewest survive the demands.

Castles built in the 'riving sand,
Of laughter and child's play at hand.
Youth persistent and ever more,
Return our instruments of war.

(...)

-David M. K. W., July 2007

Dreams are rock hard until they are broken. Like all precious stones, the result of time and pressure, are reformed. Never the same: Ignorance, insensitivity, and accidents happen all the time -- but some dreams are bullet proof.

It was the best of times and the worst of times, times like this, and we were all in it together. The ridicule of our situation made you smile and I laugh. In that moment our dreams back to us.

- To absent friends.