There's a place between reality and fantasies.
It's the blank space or a bridge that seperates them from each other.
And it's your dreams.
For your dreams are neither realties, where nothing happens may be of your liking or on your wanting-list, nor a fantasy, where things are more likely impossible and myths.
They are the fireworks that shine your sky with flaming and hopeful colors.
They are the oxygen you breath that keeps you alive and flows vitality through your capillaries, reaching your cells.
They are the wings that flys you above the world and along the mesmerizing sky, making you feel free and invincible.
As if every spec of evil in the world is forever gone and won't be a burden anymore.
We hold on to these dreams more than we hold on to our lives or health.
We're ready risk a drastic change or tremendous pain or loss of important people or things just to reach the first step of their achievment.
But,
It stands on only one question:
Will these dreams become a reality or a fantasy or remain just dreams?
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Chaotic Tranquility
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