The art of dreaming is important as we meander through lives, being crushed by the tube in the daily commute, as we sleepwalk past zombie like creatures who thrive within their uniform grey and black clothing, not daring to look anyone in the eye.

There is more to life than this. We know there is.

And so we dream. And so we dream. Alive within the colours of our mind we dare to dream and yes, we dare to smile on occasion to breathe life within the utter barbarity of daily city life as we weave through those shuffling figures who were once human. We who are alive want more than this.

I know you are out there as you know I am out there. Not lost. Never lost. Always searching, always looking, always hoping. This is the art of dreaming. It keeps us alive against the cold … and there is such cold. Yet within our hearts there does beat an incredible warmth, that spark to light the deepest dark and I know this to be so for I have felt it from you.

The art of dreaming … of sparkling sunlight and laughter, of warm sex and deep wine and the feeling of sheer freedom within the arms of another. Or just freedom! Within our uniqueness we dream unique dreams. The art of dreaming …

Last week I wore my long red scarf to carry some colour into the grey and the black. If you see it next week, why not take a chance and speak to me? It may not be me … and you may strike up a conversation with a complete stranger that may just change your life, or at very least create that smile to further hold the cold at bay.

Make the world a better place.
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The art of dreaming is important
And so we dream.
And so we dream.
This is the art of dreaming.
The art of dreaming …
The art of dreaming …