Dreams keep me invested in a fantasy that's nicely digested because that's the reality I choose to prefect behind my eyelids. I wonder if dreams ever match the rhythm of the heart. The melodic tempo pounding in tune to the matched vibrations of the two that are widely in love. Undoubtedly connected and disjointed. Knowing that this will never have its chance. Losses counted. Adding up to an amount that has no ending. Reality of a dreamed fantasy.

- the late bloomer