Writing Prompt : Old Age 

I dream of a world where nothing matters.

Where it is not obligatory to have a hero to look up to.

I dream of a world that no longer exists. 

A fantasy stained black and white with everything shifting to black blotches of ink over faceless white pages

Time seems cruel and determined to serve me last. 

A.A

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