An odd thought;
What if reality, as we know it, was nothing but a dream? Driven by imagination, defined by purpose? Focused on what is ahead, so much so, that it erases any bit of constant nostalgia to the past? Our most wonderful idea, is the eternal life, freed from flesh & bones; looking up to the stars and admiring them, for they seem far and comfortable. Reality might just be physically chaining us to this Earth, but our minds, are the gateways to space.




















