Living Inside A Dream


Every hour of everyday, I see new worlds that none but I can see.

A flurry and flood of creative innocense, the likes of which could never be believed.

The reason I can see them, and the reasons you cannot, are not possible to convey.

Because I live my life inside a dream, and that is all that I can say.


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