Why?
How Long?
How much can one person love?
…someone that is not real…
Our dreams are defilers.
Broken from the waves of this relentless sea.
Crashing upon the shores of our souls.
We still believe we can find it.
Every day we rise and return to our ships.
Sailing over the agony of the fairy tales.
And we still hope that it can be made real.
But in the end it was all a hoax.
Some horrible play scripted to break us.
A penance upon Eve.