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Not too old now. But not the same as I was. Breaking dreams. Lost to golden memories. Sparkle in light. Drain away. Drain away. The lonely nights.

  There's a chill in the air. A coldness that lingers. A coldness that haunts. A coldness that feeds. A coldness that devours. Sex on the brain. Thoughts of you. Dreaming together. Tonight we dance. The music reminds us of youth. Future beliefs. The past dies (the past is dead).   October dreams.

  Fire in the month of September. Summer-time fun in the early  beginnings of the Fall season. Dreams are no more and visions  explode into happiness.

More to write. More to do. More to know. Dreams happen and dreams shatter. So much to find....so much to learn. No more secrets. Open hearts. Our souls united by music.

Alone in our silent corners of life. Years pass by and by. The Hollywood rock star dreams of youth is now replaced by the 9 to 5 day job. No wild late night parties, just bedtime stories with the kids. Yet sometimes we drift away in sweet bliss with the help of pleasant memories  and great music from our past  and yes, maybe a little bit of alcohol.  But in the end it always comes back to the music. It's the only thing that matters. Just the music.... just the music.