Dreams

Everyone has a quest in life. To find fame; to uncover riches; discover love, love once thought lost to all humanity. Everyone has a purpose, a dream, an ultimate destiny.


All I ever wanted was comfort, shelter, relief. Life is supposed to be all struggle, unflagging action and affirmation, the will butting its blunt head against the world's wall. To be concealed, guarded, is all I had dreamed off. To burrow down into a place of womby warmth and cower there, hidden from the skies indifferent gaze.


We can but dream.
What is your dream?