In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all. These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight. They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth. I know when you walk away. I see you walk out, shoulders straight, head held high. Your pride walking two steps behind.

Thought and stories about personal freedom, love, life energy and the journey inside. Who finds annd feels the warmth will live in every season within reach of his hottest dreams. The Coin Has Fallen Into The Bucket. Flashes of lightning play dreamily. On the edge of your eternity. Your love soaks the light.