those of us that dream, that dare, find ourselves in this perpetual cycle of fall and solid ground; sometimes we find someone who shares our reality and our world solidifies like a point of reality formatting the dreamworld in it’s essence out to the limits of the love they share; but for some of us we lose these loves and fall again and again bound only to the essence of the twisted void, it is the curse of the dreamwalker to fall forever bound only by what will they can muster and the hope that one day they will find someone for whom reality is as the dream.
Beauty in it’s infinite capacity. Realized each night in its searching, but on waking realize it’s lack. In the dream, we are able to see, to know. In the waking world we can only search for our counterpart and hope that they recognize us. That they are as awakened as we are.
Pelgris 