when you're feeling all your body numb, your fingers dropping like snow flakes, something slow that gradually overtakes you, your free will... something etherial through a sea of bricks, you'd rather be awake, but are you?... Reality slips through your fingers, the night sets in and you're ready to die, once again, and reconnect in a strange free world, where everything's under your feet, inside your eyelids, within a presence you can feel, ready to begin... the realms are infinite as is your imagination
