Dreams persist as I exist, but I have lost in the maze of dreams at the same time. That's of course a wonderful happening!
I appreciate my littleness and invisibility, I enjoy the quietness of dreaming. I float from one dream to another, and to another swiftly, from Indiana Jones to Alice, and to Star War.
I make fun in multi-dreaming. Only improper wake up causes my brain cells to hang frequently.
I enjoy my littleness, but my dreams are always big and are a big mess, because I like to travel. I travel into the darkness of madness, to gain unreal fulfillment beyond daylight.
Dreaming is like breathing: cannot be deleted, even over years.
2017, a year of continued- dreaming, day-dreaming.