i'd like to think that life is simply a figment of the imagination. when i fall deep into sleep, well, let me rephrase...when i fall into the epitome of what i'd like to think is my reality, i escape thoughts. people have millions of dreams simply in one night, and what i've noticed is that the mind selects specific ones that are completely relevant and realistic. the others are locked away for you not remember when you awaken. so you see, when you fall into sleep, you enter a universe of secrets. truthfully, i think that all human beings know what these secrets and special dreams are but you're mind chooses to not reveal them to you when you're eyes open so that you subconsciously you always have something to look forward to the next time. i consider myself a dreamer, not one whom is awakened by the stars, but a dreamer who is awakened by light. "a dreamer is one who can find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world" -oscar wilde.
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