Dreaming, dazing, twirling, exploring,

These are our nocturnal states of bewilderment.

With each spellbinding trip,

We see further into the depths of our own insanity

In the forms of riddles and symbols,

Action and colors.


Each night that we slumber,

We openly invite delight, despair, excitement or fear

Into our personal intellectual palaces

Where they blossom into the untold stories of our lives.

Sewn together by memories and passion,

They form the basis of who we are

Inside and out.


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