The Mania Of Living In Dreams

Unlocked my things and left money. I had had nothing to do with the real world. It is very dusty to be here again in this dreamy room. I had been here years ago with small white hands and now I returned with my hands keeping timeless dreams in them. It had been raining years ago and surprisingly it has been still raining as years never passed in the same tone. The same cafe called “cafe of the life ” with same scent of coffee and rained steps of the regular customers with same faces which have never changed as years ago. Same familiar faces walking around the same street across from the same haunted inn with same ghosts. Ghosts must have been good coffee drinkers hanging out every day with past and dust. Standing among unchanged faces, souls, ghosts , I must confess that I was impressed by magic of the life and dreams. Every dream is definitely, clearly, sure possible in the life even every kind of small real stuff is hard to get in the real world. I have mania of living dreams… Nothing in the cafe seems me stranger, every corner has been same as usual as past… Measuring life time, I was endless here in the fog of pipe dreams. I had  been supposed to be successful in real offices but I have been a happy dreamer playing the guitar in the rainy days of years with the chance of a dreamy and foggy heart in this cafe of the past time life… Something in me ? Everything imagined limitless, no time, no hurry, every place in peace, happy hearts… Moments come back whistling old songs with innocent beauty without benefits, as good-hearted as before, getting cold, getting hot but with faithfulness through deepness of imagination. I have mania of the living in dreams… I have never needed meaningful sentences, I have always continued to breath on my own quiet and weird path walking slowly after a rain scent dream. I had left the definite facts carelessly, not to mention others and realities, contrarily, I would like to make the sentences without subjects to change the river stream if it is possible with dreams on my own mania. Is it ? I wish I never went back to conversations which are interrupted in hurry and wish to left unfinished… I only need quietness and patience to complete my relation with foggy nights and dreaming…None is necessary, after time, before time…” I realize how you feel.” Really ? Do You ? I have mania of living in dreams… No more or no fewer words…