Sometimes when im sitting just staring into the anti-reality..
Perfections of the past float around in my head like goldfish in a
fishtank..
Swirling around reminding me.. reminding me of the good times..
The times when we used to be a real family.. not a broken one..
Where the only problems were somebody stealing the cookies..
Everything was so perfect, it was unreal, maybe it was just a dream..
Maybe all this is just a dream that will swallow me whole if I get in too
deep..
If I get in deep enough to touch the emotions we used to have for
eachother..
You could feel the love running through our veins like a slushie up a
straw..
Now the love has vanished like it was once written on a chalkboard, but has
been erased..
Without a trace of a true family love & trust bond was ever within these
limits..
These limits of a broken family that now has jealousy & hate for the
good times..
The good times that came but left so quickly it was like nothing ever
happened..
It couldn't have always been like this.. so broken and untrustworthy..
No trust lays between us anymore, nothing is on the line but static &
mystery..
Your waiting for a reason to leave, to take off with the good times..
Sailing away on a wave of dreams & love..
The wave that will never come again to this lonely, crumbled family.
 
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