A Dreaming Child of the Sun and Shadow
Light, that blinding ray that penetrates through the clouds. As confusion of sight dies away, you feel the essence remains, enhancing the need to shade the eyes.
Mists, we crave for them, preferring one that mask our eyes from the eternal sunlight. We crave a balance, one that forms delightful thoughts of the unreal, within the midst of a shapeless void.
Surrounded by our comforts, protected by the stones and steel, we dream away of a realm infused with water and sun... and shades of grey and of darkness.
Contradiction of our needs, the nameless mass of dreams, we drift into a state of mind where we ignore our inadequacy, pretending that everything is blooming in a sun-filled world.