Love-mails From Dallas Texas

Whispering hopes fly across your mind. Shallow dreams, expectations, never alligning with such harsh reality. When the illusion shatters, like glass slammed by a bat, crystilline tears trickle down your face. Spirits lifted high into the night, on the wings of that one small silver sliver of hope, to be smashed back to earth again as soon as you realize. What did you expect. Life is never as you wish. Like a genie in a bottle, wishes become distorted. "Be careful what you wish for or you just might get it". A cliche phrase spoken through poison-laced lips with a razor-edged tounge. Hope tempts, then takes, so why is it so addicting? You never know what you may get, good or evil, the choice awaits. Which do you choose?