There is upon the character of my genes, the need to bear knowledge of thy heart. And with my reach, searching, searching, unravel I do a taste for dreams sub for you. What a delightful treat when the ego recedes and the body subdues. For every morning, then, I would discover as the sun set in, a new dream taking light in memory, gratifying that thirst for which we first began.
Oh how I love my dreams, their uniqueness in me. Where is it I go, what is it I see when experiencing their logos bearing down on me? Granted that they are not nothing, but no thing like me.