We can't erase the old tapes, but we can always make new ones. Every moment of your life is in there and when I look you hard in the eyes I see them all. Those moments filed away in manila and cardboard, every
kiss and every lie crushed in bubble wrap; sealed air-tight. Every dream you only started and every promise you made are raw and indexed carefully in an office with a window. You will always keep a copy of the happiest moments I have. I'll always have proof that you love me.

My dream has a name, and a mind, and a heart all its own. No matter how distant it seems, I feel it in my deepest corners; peeling back the edges of my heart and making them flutter. A shadow aches over every moment that comes and goes with my dream (still a dream). Somewhere in between the comings and goings, sometimes, I get a little taste. It goes down rough and sweet like a wine that's aged too long. I've waited, long and patient, to be realized by a dream.