For my part I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing or I dont know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.

All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, For they dream their dreams with open eyes, And make them come true.

All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, For they dream their dreams with open eyes, And make them come true.