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Dreams ShatteredDreamsDreams Shattered by Loralata
I had a dream, small and pure. When I grew up I wanted to let that dream flourish, so I gave it, like a small precious seed to someone I thought could help it grow. But my dreams, held in the hands of another, rotted. Rather than let them grow they are slowly crushed under foot. Why? Was my dream so wrong?
No... but now all I can do is pick up those sad, shattered, shards and piece them back together and hope some small part of it can grow back.
But now I'm older and I have to wonder if my dream will come back as pure as it first was? Will it bare the footprints of those who tried so hard to destroy it? Will it come back sick, warped, and twisted by what I've been through and the disease of cynicism that now festers inside me? Maybe...
It hurts to hold on to those pieces of my dreams. They cut me like shards of glass every time I pull them back out and think, "Maybe I can." The scars make my hands rough and follow the veins up to my heart, making it too rough and scabbed.
The world with tiny Heartless... |
a talking duck...
a boy that fights with a giant key...
and a ship powered by smiles...
Yeah that's my reality ^w^
|I've always wanted to have commissions done by some of my favorite artist. However, being a poor college student I can't afford to do paypal...but points that I can do! |
Anyone who is willing to donate any points I would be really REALLY grateful.
Donate points and get a llama or a sketch!