Dreams

They're like little jigsaw puzzles that never seem quite right. And all fantasy you never thought possible lives, in this very realm of dreams. We see distorted and contorted shapes of all sorts, and our simple mind attempts to fit that very unimaginable picture into a frame... and we get more absurb conclusions. Dreams... they are the very stuff dreamers dream about... In dreams we can fly to the moon on flying fishes, we can swim to the ocean depths on bicycles. We can vision liquids ablaze with the hue of blue flowing up the glacial streams... We can imagine ourselves trekking through the ice and frost of the poles... We can do everything. Now wouldn't it be nice to be able to do the same in real life?

So I guess, we have to live like dreamers... and dream. So if we dream, we will be able to see the things we want to see. It will be a swirl of feverish colours, drawn together by a twisting force... then bursting into all of it's glorious splendour, of energetic exuberance, then finally fading away into an echo that lasts forever.