“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”
― Lewis Carroll
It’s funny how one can do everything else instead of taking five minutes to sit down with one owns thoughts and write, until suddenly, there is a dream.
One can fly over a city, through clouds, circling around the red roofs of an old wooden house, hidden into the woods; going after someone into an even older house, just to end up alone in a strange elevator with flickering lights and suddenly, the urge to write it down arises. It’s not about the dream per se. It’s about the feeling lingering around you when you open your eyes.
Reality with a pinch of dream spice.
The smell of possibilities as the streetlights pierce through the cheap blinds. The sun still hiding behind the mountains. A new day waiting.
Just for you.
The quiet outside welcomes your pondering which is interrupted only by one or two early birds passing in front of the window.
When we were children, we didn’t know that we are borne in this society and have no choice but to adhere to its rules. We believed everything was possible.
This kind of freedom comes once in a lifetime. Remembering it, awakens a part of us which gives us hope and makes us strive for better things; for the picture of Eden, we have in hour minds. And maybe, if everybody truly believed one could have the best of life itself, the world would be a better place.
A place where no rules are needed because everybody would be kind to one another.
And as the sun rises from behind the mountain throwing pink splashes of light into the cold blue sky, that feeling vanishes quietly into the day, leaving room for life as it is.
Aromatic deception 