Dreams

What wonderful things they are that allow us to live and yet die in the same scene. Dreams are blissful unrealities that unable us to live out all of our dreams and all of our fears. Who would want to live out their own fears though? Someone who has never experienced fear, one who has yet to experience pain. A child. Though I would never wish any fear or pain upon a child I would like for them to experience the feelings at least once, if not in life than in their dreams. Dreams are the core of your imagination, if you do not dream you possibly are not as creative a you could be. But I digress. Or perhaps I don’t. Is it not possible that rambling is only a forming idea? Quickly ever so quickly does it for and take over thine mind with overwhelming anticipation and giddiness. Soon after this idea is formed you would wish to carry it out would you not? By doing so possibly giving someone else an idea, being creative is a wonderful thing, truly it is. Maybe you can figure out a way to dream and be awake at the same time? Like breathing and talking, like relaxing and working. Things that wouldn’t normally come together until it is invented or found through accidental experimentation. Alright my odd rambling is over for the time being. Farewell.

TWMA,
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