Dreams were archived, because if they’re not, there wouldn’t be, enough room for ALL the dreams to get “stored”!
Archive dreams, from a very, very, very, very, very long time ago, already forgotten over, painted over, like those walls decorated with all the lies you’d, sold me out on.
Archived dreams, no need to take them all out, sort through each and every last one of them, they’re, already, DONE for! Just look at how yellowed they’d become, how crimped up, they no longer looked or felt like new when we first, dreamt them all up, do they? Nope!
see how many there were, once, long, long, long ago??? Not my photo…
Archived dreams, what am I supposed to do with them, now that you’re gone, huh? These archived dreams we’d shared, needed us both to accomplish, I can’t do it on my own, and yet, you’re, no longer around anymore, what am I to do with them all now, huh?
Archived dreams, maybe, there would be a storage space cheap and big enough, preferably, temperature controlled to, that I can, pack them all up, and put them into permanently???
and this, is what I have left…not my photo…
Life, the Obstacle Course 