a rewrite of an older piece… 

​my dreams become memories… when my heart and soul, just cannot keep my thoughts from losing the moment. lingering around within what i am used to, or perhaps that is… what i have been used for. feelings found written upon cardboard gravestones. becoming soaked, within the storms of today. or are they from another place, another time. as the words start to bleed, and lose their form. washing away any visible proof. yet those dreams still lay in rest. buried in unmarked graves. as new dreams, and new memories, start to be built. upon the ruins of yesterdays. in hopes of… those yesterdays losses. will help build a better foundation for today. instead of finding the same way to crumble… all over again. 

-joshua ryan stewart


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