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13 January 2013

the end of dreams

All the dreams were crushed
the moment I finished talking

The dreams which did not
stop even when I had given up,
the dreams which transformed
into fantasies when I managed
to squeeze myself into an empty corner
or found my own space – often
in the middle of chaos and screams,
the dreams which filled me
with warmth and hope,
the dreams which came
when I was not talking to you
and some times after we talked

But now – after a dry-
business-like conversation
between two friends who
have years behind them
and perhaps also ahead of them
the dreams simply ceased to appear

Text and Photo: Sanchita C 2013