Dreamcatcher--epilogue
A drop of dew trickled down the thin strands of thread on the dreamcatcher. The moon crept across the sky, peeping through the clouds, gazing at the inhabitants of this living yet dead planet. She dreamt on and on. thinking of him. How she yearned for love. for that one simple hug. She dreamt of paradise, a million miles away, where she would never be. How blissful dreams were. How blissful, yet how fake they were. Was it even possible that paradise would be right here on Earth. Dreams were just a mask. A mask of the harsh reality out there we all must face, a mask of the evil that existed and of the dark side of life.
A drop of dew trickled down the thin strands of thread on the dreamcatcher. The moon crept across the sky, peeping through the clouds, gazing at the inhabitants of this living yet dead planet. She dreamt on and on. thinking of him. How she yearned for love. for that one simple hug. She dreamt of paradise, a million miles away, where she would never be. How blissful dreams were. How blissful, yet how fake they were. Was it even possible that paradise would be right here on Earth. Dreams were just a mask. A mask of the harsh reality out there we all must face, a mask of the evil that existed and of the dark side of life.
