I am not in my gallery and neither do I hold your sigil. Will you speak to me?




(No Ratings Yet)Cine n-ar dori să moară vis nd că moare?




(No Ratings Yet)His walk and stare. Was as poisonous as the air after a nuclear bomb.




(No Ratings Yet)I dream in color, and I have visions of feelings and energies that I would love to feel.




(No Ratings Yet)There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.




(No Ratings Yet)Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear




(No Ratings Yet)When dreams come true creativity becomes art.




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