Millions of wishes. Billions of dreams.
Old ones crafted in early childhood and still shyly scattering in the depths.
Others still flowing out from our hearts, minds, and imagination.
In pitch dark moments, these are the glimpses of hope that won’t allow you getting swept away by the not so good moments, beings, moods….
Just aim towards the light, to the serene and bright places from deep yourself.
Tricky to find the right path sometimes, but being convinced that black was meant for you to appreciate the white.
Hopes and dreams that are not mirrored on a time of wonder and melancholy are as dull and common as a fountain without its coins of dreams.
Dull was really meant for appreciating the sparkle that keeps you going again and again.
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