...to dream, to dare to imagine worlds that send tingles down your spine, that is what it is meant to be alive...

In my mind I see images of people, places, ideas, events. I see things that do not exist out of the realm of my dreams. Thoughts that only make sense in the dim light of a small lamp near my bed. Yet, somehow, someway, I can go on believing that these fictions of my imagination have a concrete hold on my understood reality.

I fall asleep day after day, wondering if I shall wake up in the morning with a mind full of sweet thoughts and imaginings. Wondering if I shall wake from a world where all is well and I can see forever. In my dreams I am not in control, like in my life. I am but an observer to what goes on in my mind.

And yet...somehow...I do not mind.

I wait for the day when I shall awake to a world that has come from my dreams...a world where I can truly dare to be alive.