Dreams For Sale Would you like to buy a dream? reach up to the double solid line and crawl into the space in the middle that represents either, both or neither. Where you decide whether your thoughts arrive in bubbles or patterns. Do they sink or float, or blow away? No one can judge you as one way or another while you remain in the middle. And you're the only one who knows where you belong. Where the River Styx is an ocean with a beach and everyone has a bridge into the middle of the myst. And we run from the fire and fall down on our knees where the ocean takes pity on our hands and knees and washes away the madness. charleyBirth sign: Pisces
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