All of us have failed to match our dream of perfection. I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible. If I could write all my work again Im convinced I could do it better. This is the healthiest condition for an artist. Thats why he keeps working trying again he believes each time that this time he will do it bring it off. Of course he wont.

Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day.

In this world of dreams drifting off still more and once again speaking and dreaming of dreams. Just let it be.

I had a dream about you. No words were exchanged but we spoke with our eyes. My eyes said I love you while your eyes told me Im asleep. You always were more romantic than me.

I had a dream about you. You were the lead guitarist in a band with no voice and you were holding auditions for lead singer. Everybody in line in front of me and behind me was a mime so I felt confident Id get the gig. I felt my performance was excellent like Axl Rose meets Rosie ODonnell but no you felt a person who sings in silence would make a better front man for your band.

I had a dream about you. We were waiting in line and you were right in front of me. The line was three people long and I felt like the bronze medalist of the Checkout Championship. You must have felt like a winner because you didnt seem to be in a rush or impatient. I should have trained harder.

Dreams are nervy thingsall it takes is for one stern word to be spoken in their direction and they shrivel up and die.

I had a dream about you. We were trying to come up with a hashtag to market our relationship. I suggested fourlipsonekiss and twomouthsonevoice but you went with something confusing like idontloveyou and wearenotinarelationship.

If I were a character in one of my books Id be the optimistic one believing the best and urging others to do the same.

But a small part of him also knew that the reason hed never ventured anywhere was because of the worry that the reality of the world wouldnt match up to his dreams.