
Dreams In Store I stored them in the attic all those dreams I once had waiting. I stored them in the attic all those things I might need some day. I stored them in the attic unwanted gifts in time battered boxes old clothes eaten now by moths old newspapers their stories consumed by rats and beetles I stored them in the attic with our love, our songs, words undead undying still there for us to remember, a lifeline in store to re-play when we could only remember. https://callmebrackets.net/call-me-when-youre-dead/