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We are as old as the dreams we dream. #thought

Those are not hollow words, casually spoken, and offering shallow comfort.

What measure, of success… by wealth, I find I’ve failed ~ by love, I’ve lived ~ by thought, aspired to much, and accomplished, naught.

{JuliaGem} Julia, admonishing me for hurrying her, “You can’t rush perfection… that’s why I can rush you all I like.”

Before him, the very air rippled as a wrinkled, colorless apparition appeared at the bank’s base

Dislodged from Terror’s grasp, his eye found a symbol.

Where all the others had been ageless, Jhan was ancient, trapped forever inside time’s flow.

I have waited… waited too long, for this day.

His ancient eyes held sadness, and the loneliness of the lost.

How is it that, like with love, we can read a wretched sentence, and instantly be bound… So am I, to you, and wish so to forever remain.