This morning the wind blew my wishes away.
They say the tempest is getting nearer, and the wind already stole my dreams last night. Papa says I ought to find my sunshine, but then again, the wind blows it away. Over and over again.
J told me he could never remember his dreams. I promised I would remember them for us. I am not sure I can do that anymore.
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Star dust

We're only star dust, flying through constellations, dancing in whirlpools.
Until we fall down and apart. Then we're only starghost, lost in black holes.

Lost bones

Lonely bones
Like tree branches
Hanging in a forest of ghosts
Hear them whisper
It's your soul, it's haunted