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Dreams seem overlooked today, but there's something to them. A blue sky with flighty clouds, humming a familiar tune you don't remember where you heard, and fields of old friends looking in the same direction. So it's easy to let it ease up through your eyes, when you form a new world out of everything you've wanted to have. You're searching for a place; you've built, burnt down, and rebuilt, and like a storm frozen motionless above in the distance, you can hardly imagine its potential.

You only watch from so far away what your love goes on like so as ever.

For though a heart beats continuously, a mind caught between the tick, and the tock, can timelessly make decisions. To sleep, mayhaps to dream; but in that dream, what joy...

And if the worm's body is changing so, what does it think in the dark? Does it know what lies opposite its pale curtain, or does it revel in the timeless silence. If he knew he would one day fly, would he be content still to sleep dreamless??