As a dreamer, I hope that you don't mind me giving the marrow of moments to the dream of you reading and knowing who you are, still standing your ground. Ours, by lives go by, this planet. Take care, pass door of fears and be happy as finding a home is. Walls whisper: "Ce n'est pas permis d'aimer comme ça." while hearts seem to carry the world, sometimes crying eyes out. Sadness, please leave. Fly to the stars and make them drip light. Slow now, easy with breaking up the left over pieces, and the loving crazy ALL of it when we're in the dream, together.