Occhiali

I think I left a trace. I am not sure if I went too far or the Atlantic is that gleamy. It feels strangely like a kid's will of battling the world for some joy considering how much you put on sale. The one time when you do not necessarily fight for your own interest but for someone you owe nothing.

Hit off. Shut your consciousness down. I want your awareness to disobey its lord. Let your senses away. Forget about the keys. What do you need these for? These are not regulations. Welcome to freedom. In a dreamland, your will is mostly dominant. You do not mainly feel the power but you own it.

You are never asleep here. You are still eye-opened but daydreaming. You are off the grid, where the sun leaves the duty but it is still burning light, where you wander ahead but it feels right, and when you lose sight for the one scene you keep repeating.

It is basically a dream but you are still awake. This is when you are happy.