20 April 2012
Colourful bubbles of inspiration float towards your young absorbent mind. Some bubbles are filled with golden glitter, some contain a black tar-like substance. Memories float past, childhood adventures, people you admire or despise, things you hope to do, things you regret you did. Some dreams send ghostly shivers up your spine, others leave you illuminated from the inside. Dreams are a miracle. Treat them like one.
Dreams • Opuss № I