The language spoken and understood by a dreamer has no logical boundaries. Attempted from many angles and spoken in many dialects, the soul of a dreamer drifts in constant search for a state of betterment. Not necessarily, however, betterment in its definition as understood by one who doesn't dream.
The grass may not be greener on the other side, nor the water more blue at the other end of the ocean, but even as a dreamer realizes his faults when he reaches his long sought-after destination, the initial idea nurtured by an obsessive wanderlust embodies a fantastic journey which weighs heavier than the disappointment of his goal's reality.
The journey of a dream is everlasting; as night ends, new facets of old dreams are born.
Living in daylight is no different than living the beautiful silence of dreams carried by night. To be carried by the solace of darkness is to be cradled by an absense of gravity where any idea, no matter how abstract, is attainable.
Nacht und Träume. Night and Dreams.
Life is beautiful.
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