Our dreams are static visions of a tidal wave inside , a dream that can be contained by a waking mind in time . We use our own subconscious to work out our daily play , never to say what happened or even when we stay . Dreams are like a mirage, an illusion of the mind . looking through the pages of how we feel inside , we reminisce of how the book unfolds in time . We are all magnetic , we hold a positive charge inside , we draw in the passion for the one that’s magnetized . When we feel like the world is ending , its just potion to be sort . A rapid feeling of sadness that our dreams have not been taught . We live to be in the moment, but the moment may never come . We hold on to the closeness of the sand , sea and sun
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