Forming a different field of dreams with its circles and squares.
This kind of quilt can't be wrapped around you,
Warming your heart on those cold winter nights.
The sharp edges of each block slice deeper into your skin,
Baring slowly the depths of your saddened soul.
Every minute brings you closer to your dreams,
Pulling you further from the only life you've known.
The warm hugs, the sad goodbyes, and the long waves remain,
Echoing in your head like every heavy step you take.
Your heart and your head constantly compete,
Fighting for the upper-hand in a battle with no winner.
A heavy spirit and lonely hands hold this quilt of memories,
Packing it away until it's time to reveal and remember.
xoxoxo
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