` a soldier`s dreams `
Those dreams that once lived within me were always a symbol of hope...
Those dreams with a simplicity of proportion, with an innocence that provoked me into a better way...
Those dreams always there with me with a great sense of serenity bringing a courage to persevere, a solitude of truce....
Those dreams shattered by a servatude of service, leaving only a hint of the possibilities of pleasure again....
Those damn dreams that were that once promised a better way, now just broken and stolen from a remembrance of a time, it's just the same as it was before...
- sjbeaux
Art- Wilfrid Moizan
` Army Dreamer `
- Thoughts -
Soldiers always dream of better days, as a young man I had many during a service to my country. They were eventually eroded from the afflictions of my servatude. Those dreams that once promised a better way, are no more.
- inspiration -
“He's like a hero come back from the war, a poor maimed bastard living out the reality of his dreams.
Wherever he sits himself the chair collapses; whatever door he enters the room is empty: Whatever he puts in his mouth leaves a bad taste. Everything is just the same as it was before; The elements are unchanged, team is no different than the reality.
Only, between the time he went to sleep and the time he woke up, his body was stolen.”
— Henry Miller —
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