Home > Pages > Writing > Dreams Dreams The thing about dreams, they don’t come true. They don’t exist, they sit empty in your mind. Fleeting. Flitting. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
