With the head in the clouds I was brought into this existence. Now the clouds have taken over the head itself.
I have drifted and fallen, risen. Whatever has been planned most likely didn’t happen. So here I go, dreaming again, knowing that it is a futile exercise.
I am surviving on ideas and possible scenarios, I strive through them and suffer. Well mostly, suffering and success are just the byproduct of the environment. For example, whenever I am drifting through a rain cloud, I suffer in my dreams. They are tainted, dark. Uncomfortable and cold. But oh well, let me tell you, when the sun is shining the place where my stomach should be is jumping.
This week I am dreamy. You’re asking yourself what my current environment is? Whether I am suffering dreamy or my interior is jumping? That’s the beauty of it, you’ll never know.
Equally, I won’t know for you. Maybe we will see each other in the rain or sunshine, we can talk about our dreams. Celebrate or warm each other under an umbrella.