all my dreams are direct results of my endless wraithlike desperation. lucid and transparent like the veins on my wrists, i follow the sound of thunder to entwine within my own darkness. a light in the sky flashes and pauses for a moment this universe, an electric storm shakes the windows of my room. for a moment i stood static, between these distant words and a reality that is just not mine yet. and i soak in it, every touch and every word; i sink, then i dream, i dream, i lack rest, i'll keep on dreaming till it's all real...