Lost dreams

Dreams that are lost just because it's Carried by two and hold by one. Hey life! Unfair, bizzare but same time beautiful. It's not about just the dream that wakes us up every morning knowing that, falling will be the part of our journey but same time someone will always there behind the curtain praying for us, holding hands in dark. Life moves on with new dreams, new people on cost of something old that was precious but now part of a dark dungeon. Dreams are just a part of life but it's not about the one which we enjoyed in happiness but it's about one that will never craved, never desired. How dreams become unworthy just because of some situation, some people and just get lost - lost in eternity where they are alone , unloved and fragile. It's not the question that where we lost them but it's about where we found them again where there are like still young ,still the one we have in our eyes, breathing in that same air, and smelling it in that same garden. It's the part of that old one dream that we hold in our heart still where it left but irony is that it's a lost dream now, lost in responsibility, lost in love, lost somewhere in us.