Dreams live in the space between the clouds and the heavens. Where else would a dream want to wait it out? Here you can listen when your soul speaks to you, here that is far away from everything that could possibly hold you back or skew your judgement.
Up here the only sounds come from your thoughts and the rhythmic beating of your heart. The purity of the colours up here are captivating because here there is no pollution to dress the sunset and as night falls there are no city lights and dusty winds to hide the sparkling stars, that is of course... until a nuclear bomb explodes.
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