Dreams and Words

My thoughts, no penny needed.

Time such a comodity of this world, controled only by our minds

and in most cases our memories. Those sweet or bitter recreation of time past that could not possibly last more that we

wished them to. Like pictures that are frozen forever in our minds they stay never to be revealed again to our eyes only to

our dreams. Only words can describe such times of yore and for a second can bring you instant happiness or unwanted

missery. How could we relive such things, the answer unknown yet for now we can only dream.