That second, the one right before you wake up, the one where dreams seam all the more vivid and real because they start blending in with our reality.

Do you know which one I mean?

That second where all your make believe feels like a memory that can be looked up in your diary or in your planner.

That second that is so precious, because as soon as you ( Read more... )

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Paint me a dream my painter,
paint me in a field of strawberries
bathed in mildew under the dawn.
Paint me a place with no worries,
where I can rush past the darkness of the dusk.

Build me a dream, my builder.
With your skilled hands make it come true.
Build me a woodland cottage
where I can be myself 'cause I'm with you.

Sculpt me a dream my sculpter ( Read more... )