These, leftover dreams, they’d, no longer tasted fresh, and yet, we’re still, keeping them, why?
These, leftover dreams, from god KNOWS how long ago, look at all those age spots, all those wrinkles on them? Why are we, bothering, keeping up with them, huh? They’re, so outdated, and useless now!
like these??? not my photograph.
These, leftover dreams, like those takeout boxes you have from your leftovers at the restaurants, you take them home, stick it into the fridge and, forget about their existences, until one day, as you, rummage through the fridge, came that STENCH, then, you start, digging into the DEPTH of those slots inside the fridge, and find it…………
These, leftover dreams, we should probably just, throw them out, they’re, NOT fresh anymore, I mean, we can, always, make them up again, can’t we? After all, they all came out of, our minds, didn’t they? And, so long as our minds are still, functional, then, making more of them dreams should be, a cinch, isn’t that right???
So, just, throw these, leftover dreams away, they’re, taking up too much space, cramping MY style (as I KNOW I HATE clutters!!!), and, there’s just, NO more extra room here, for them, and, I refuse, to take out a storage unit for all of their sakes! (Costs money, energy to maintain the storage, etc., etc., etc., etc., you know how the drill goes!)
like leftover foods, it all, goes into the TRASH!!! Not my photo still…