I live in dreams the way I live in reality. Waking life makes more sense this way. Parallel realities. I learned to swim. To fly among the stars. I even learned how to blow bubble gum. Standing in front of a mirror in a big empty room. I jumped from the highest cliff, shouting as I jumped, “I am alive!”. Showing the world who I am.

Dreams made me. I am a dream. A waking dream in a foreign reality. The whispered song at the end. A colony of stars to fly away. An endless dream is what we are.

she writes