What is a dream? They tell us it's wrong to 'build castles in the sky'. What are our dreams if not near impossible to achieve? Every dream is a castle in the air. So pretty from afar, a handful of nothing. Is a dream futile? Is a cloud unreachable? We can fly above them; our dreams and the clouds. Realization gives us wings, reality is our wind.

Who are you? Who am I? We are people with dreams.

Bright red, yellow, white lights. Flashing through my eyes, through my mind, through the slices in my train of thought. So bright, so fascinating. So trivial to a logical man, so painful to an introvert, so beautiful to the idle, lost to the preoccupied. Zipping between the shadows. Make it stop. So bright.

The room is spinning around me. The walls are out of control, the colours are one. Company is irrelevant, I seem to have lost myself. I am somewhere in this room, if it would only stop spinning.

Red, red.

Staring at the ceiling, watching the shadows grow longer in a minute. I'm too afraid to close my eyes, I'm afraid I won't be able to hang on for too long. Why doesn't this thing come with seatbelts?

So bright.

There was a Kiss

Well made this two days ago, and played a lil with it in adobe.

Adios for now

".. the time ran fast, soon their love died..
they forgot each other, their presence denied..
but oh ya.. There was a Kiss.."