Reality never sets in when my mind is always dreaming. Is anything tangible anymore? The things I love only exist in voices and still images on the refrigerator.
So far away, electronics hold us together. My mind is at a blank for words... on stand by mode. The architect of hearts has misplaced his brilliant blue prints. All constructive criticism has been put on hold. Hardh(e)a(r)ts required beyond this point.
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