My Touchstones, My Dreams

Dreaming is my sweet escape when I'm too tired to be me

When I'm too sick of noises 

In dreams, I can feel lone in peaceful desolation

In dreams, I can dream within my dreams

In dreams, I can be someone else, someone I have been dreaming to become

I can control all people, society, the world, and the life to dance moving with the help of my fingers shakes; they are my puppets

I can be irrational and it's the fanciest thing in my life

I've been creating many dreams all this time on my own, they are heightened from time to time

I'm the director of my dreams, I cut all bad parts, rewind good scenes, and publish perfect movies

I choose all actors and actresses that I admire to perform in my works

I'm the painter of my dreams, I color all happiness with the brightest colors and blur the sadness with my techniques

I pick the highest-quality blueprint as the medium of the scratches of my right hand

I'm the writer of my dreams, I type all bright memories italicized and underlined, sometimes I bold them as well

I delete all painful moments simply by pressing the backspace button repeatedly until they are totally wore off 

I dream as wild as I can be for the wildest dreams are the most profound

As high as my capacity to hover along with the clouds without worrying of falling

As calm as my unreadable outer image

As crazy as my unimaginable inner image

I have been dreaming the hardest

There are no rules prohibiting me to dream as much as I want

There are no boundaries limiting me to dream anywhere and anytime

Either I dream when I sleep or when I wake up, they are my absolute rights

I am cognizant, I dream in both my conscious and unconscious mind

If my dreams couldn't come true, it's okay, they have been being all real in my head

I would just dream on and keep dreaming on, enter the dream world and never come out

My brain is my territory, any thoughts can come and go as they like with my permissions

That small room made for dreaming in my brain is my cozy concealment

Many people can rule me, myself , and I but no, a big no no; they are not allowed to govern my dreams

They can't cross the wall I built high to protect my dreams

My dreams, even the most impossible one, none is permitted to forbid me to dive in them

Don't try to save me, I might go a bit lunatic because of my dreams

They are all my dreams, mine; not yours, not theirs, not even ours

They have been altering from fantasies into realities and vice versa
They won't ever tire me

I already know the risks, everything has causes and effects, I know

With passions, efforts, poured bloods, flowing tears, perseverance, prayers, and faith; my dreams shall happen

Though I would die before being fully awakened by them, I don't care

My dreams are my touchstones