Inspirethereal

Shadow Dreams. Life is but a dream within a dream where what one dreams of is nothing but what one wants to see. Half forgotten images that remain unfocused as dawn beckons and morning floods through the scene.

Was that really the remmant of a message or the beginning of a prose? Were the words an exercise of the senses or a movement of an imaginary thought? Was it really a movement of something real or just one's perception of a movement? Who can tell when it is a thought? Who is to claim that that was even a thought?

For if it is in thinking that therefore makes us who we are, then who is there but yourself to claim that we are definitely thinking, that this is not some dream that we will some day awaken from?

Follow along with me then as I pursue the transient footsteps as they drift across the myriad domains encapsulated within my mind as I seek to catch a glimpse of myself, to move from being to knowing, from concept to action.

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