When your eyes awaken to the depths of your imagination, even if for few moments past the sun’s setting, may the long sweet night of your dreams, carry you from this to that.
I hope you know that for your dreams, you will suffer. You will also laugh, cry, pretend that pain is fleeting, and yet somehow greet each day with a kiss. For nothing you would experience, be it pain, be it joy, nothing is as clear and bold, full of light, and truly certain about that philosophy that your dreams however long or hard they maybe are necessary.
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 
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