I spend most of my time in my thoughts, I’m a dreamer with no grasp of reality.
I spend my nights dreaming of the most absurd things, that make me wonder.
The days i space of in my thoughts, thinking of everything and nothing.
It’s the moment that counts, it’s the moment that releases me.

Once i wonderd what if i died tomorrow never geting the time to fulfill half of the things i have dremed? Would it still be worth dpening most of your life dreaming?
I’d say yes becouse it’s the dreams that make me want to live. They push me forward and I wouldn’t be me without them.

The dreams might just be thoughts and plans that never happen, but they are a part of me; Who I am / What I want.