There are dreams that haunt me through the day. My waking moments tinted by their hue.
Then there are dreams that haunt me through the years. Found in unexpected gentle touches. Seen through rain spattered windows and heard in the murmur of crowds. Carried to me on gentle Fall breezes or in the first sip of honey sweetened tea.
An obsession I hunt for each night. Slumbered searches for the world that exists in my own head, and nowhere else.
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