Dreams are like food for thought; or maybe for the heart.
Sometimes I dream, I hope, I feed myself with small miracles and I imagine myself that something will eventually happen, that maybe the right road will finally be illuminated and I will be able to find my way.
Today I wish for peace, for silence. I crave for rain, for sunshine, for spring, for dew, for every little piece that makes my whole Universe complete. Is it really worth it always to wish to be somewhere else?
