12/6/2018 12:43:50 PM by
falco669
(Edited: 12/6/2018 1:05:14 PM)
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When I was in my teenage years, I had a dream that still haunts me to this day. I saw the world turning to ash, and there, amidst a warm glowing light at a secretariat table, was an old man. He paid no notice to the world around him and it's reduction to grey, but focused intently upon the paper he scribbled upon. Suddenly without warning he brushed the paper off his desk in an act of disgust with the mutterings of dissatisfaction.. and began anew. The ashcan next to him was filled with these discards. I began to understand that old man.. was me.