Reality is a series of change, gratitude and lessons.
But what are dreams? They may be nothing at first like mice creeping in the night while the nighthawks hunt them as soon as you draw your first conscious breath in the morning.
Then they become bitter friends.
You stand in the midst of your dream and gaze at your acquaintances that have drifted off a decade ago as they make sad comments at a time of joy.
Finally, dreams become a sleeping mat where you search for an answer, a true answer, feeling the shell of hardness melting away.
Your eyes and voice become soft, and warmth and a brewing love soon grow in you.
Little waves beat with an increased tempo and the beauty of pearls wink in the light and soon enough dreams become reality.
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