The Wordsmiths Book 2021

Consciousness

At the end of the day, I am tired. At the beginning of a day, I am exhausted. I sleep but as I sleep, I think of him. His kind laugh. His gentle emotions. Loyalty. All perfectly moulded like a Roman statue. He is strong and brave too. I like it when he smiles. I think I can hear music when he laughs. The kind you want to play on repeat. But he isn’t laughing with me. He isn’t even near me. I can’t see him. Touch him. Hear him. For only the good men live in our dreams.

Lilliana Swainson

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