Selling Dreams

Dear Reader, 

I have been reevaluating what has been done and what could be done. What I could do and what I could not do. . . I don't deem this fare. I just want this one person to know and understand how I feel. To look over their shoulder and see my sorrow through watchable eyes, knowing the deepest of pain that resounds within. . . for them to dwell with that, in that. To me. Is all I need. All I want. . . it was something I had...and it is now something I can't obtain. Lost in a sea of memory. Reader, I am . . . deeply troubled. I'm in a space between words. Moving on is something that I'm doing but it's taking so long to do. Why...do I tourtière my own self. Head straight into the grind stone? Knowing the pain it will cause...? I'm in love with a memory that had been sold to another. . .