Dream Journal 29-05-16
“Shh, don’t speak. There have been few words exchanged between us as of late but, my dear, there is no need to for that. You are tired, and so am I, so let us not brood over the words which we speak and, instead, just continue this embrace. ”
Hand in hand we walked down the candlelit corridor of our lives. Everything was so much easier to face when you are not alone. The longer we walked, the candles grew ever fainter. Nevertheless, we strode on towards death’s warm embrace.