To dream of day or to dream of night?
The purposes are different.
I prefer the night, the clarity changes the tone, changes the content. The closed eyes understand the soul that has no doors and no windows it is transparent, it sees the world and everything sees.
Day dreams are more real and concrete and have more logic, and it creates an obligation of fulfillment and frustration if it does not.
In night dreams, ghosts, witches, elves, beings of the night, do not support the clarity, so they invade our thinking, when we are disconnected, asleep, to take us with them to an unexpected adventure.
The figures of the night are more daring, they sing, dance, disappear, reappear and become characters that relieve our existence. They work our meanings, complement our anguish, suffer for us, rejoice as we do, get excited about us.
At night fate does not persecute us, we are loose, there is no limit, censorship, constraint, nothing imposes, not even our will. We cry, we laugh, we groan, we wake up with a start. No matter if we forget or remember, the adventure was lived in an imaginary more than real. Confessable or inconfessable, it marks they impress. They become stories we recount or secrets we do not declare. We are more human.
We are always drawn to adventuring, but with a price.
At night the dream is our owner.
good night
I'm tired of judging people, of judging me. Now I want to share. To free myself from the isolated world, I want to invade the privacy of others, I want to participate in their lamentations, their doubts, their attachments. I want to meddle, get drunk on your dreams, hang on to your hopes, embrace your memories, get involved in your passions. Enough of just me, I want more, I want you, I want them, I want us. However great my desires are, they are not enough to fill my life. I need the smile, the look, the tenderness, the innocence of others. I need to see myself in the reflection of someone. I need to surrender myself to be able to create, to build. I have to play myself in the pursuit of cohesion, of meaning and reason, in the meeting of harmony, without it I am a loose link, a trace in the darkness, a faint twilight. Hand in hand, I perceive the world around me, feel the strength of people, concretize my existence. I'm not apart from humanity, I'm...
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