Tell Me What Are Dreams.
Dreams are like money – when you have no dreams you are surely down and out; when you have too many dreams you store them in the vault of your mind, unsure what to do with them. But dreams are also like magic, they have to be taken from the vault and conjured into reality before they taste intoxicatingly sweet.
Dreams are like the time of the day - there are those that live in the day, fleeting and formless like the everchanging clouds those that move in and out of your mind. Then there are those that live by the night, constant as
the northern star, those that warm your lonesome spirit and howl to the full bright moon. Mine live in the dusky limbo - never to see the day or night.
Dreams when taken from the vault and conjured wrongly or left alone turn to despondency.
its what you make it out to be.
by the way, i feel like swimming right now, too bad its 5am in the morning and i dun have a private pool.
Dreams are like the time of the day - there are those that live in the day, fleeting and formless like the everchanging clouds those that move in and out of your mind. Then there are those that live by the night, constant as
the northern star, those that warm your lonesome spirit and howl to the full bright moon. Mine live in the dusky limbo - never to see the day or night.
Dreams when taken from the vault and conjured wrongly or left alone turn to despondency.
its what you make it out to be.
by the way, i feel like swimming right now, too bad its 5am in the morning and i dun have a private pool.
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