the second you sleep.

i’ll dream of you tonight, being here without you and cracking things down to where they come from, the meaning they have in my life and how i can influence these things. the last couple of days: thinking about the things i have done in my life, my studies, my work have led me to one single point: born to create; i wake up in the night, my head filled with ideas and i can’t sleep before i have written ‘ em down, painted them out, screamed them into night. merely not thinking about the person i am right now, but the person i can be; the person i will be. i close my eyes and the world enlarges, unlimited vision.

i believe.