When Your Aspirations Turn to Ashes

I had a strange dream where I saw my favorite fabric burning away, threads unraveling into nothingness.
It felt so real, like all the hopes I carefully stitched together are just going up in smoke.
Sometimes life feels like that—cherished dreams slipping through my fingers, leaving only ashes.
It makes me wonder if we can ever really salvage what’s lost or if we have to start from scratch every time.