I have dreams. They were all compressed firmly under the soil, for years. Alice might feel helpless too, sometimes. Not everything that she can do, nor I.
I struggled, and I continued while I were growing though in dark and suffocated. Who knew, I might be an inch away from the surface.
Yes, it was actually an inch away. Suddenly, light filled my eyes. It was not Photoshop, but very unreal.
Fresh air cannot be taken away by crtl-atl-del or power shut down!
I see myself so handsome, a fact that was long missed.
Do you agree, my dear Alice?
I can now run handsomely, same to dreaming.
I should be able to write handsomely too, but not while living in dreams. Too occupied.