Delivering life to words
I believe what I say. While I am setting my mind and deceiving it, I also use my body for this game. Now I realize the meaning of the dream I had. I was scared when I was suddenly braking, getting out of the car and away. It is quite common for a primitive motive to penetrate my dream. Dreams are perceptions where fears as well as desires dominate my mind with a blurred reality. And I care more about words and what is expressed than images in my dreams.
I draw the boundaries of my language. When I say I am not afraid, it does not mean that I do not feel fear or think. Thinking about pressing the brake is not the same as pressing the brake. In one you only think, in the other the car stops. Just like getting out of the car and fear taking over my body, this is how thoughts turn into sound with concrete reality.
Fear will always be near me, in my thoughts, in my dreams. I cannot escape fear, I cannot eliminate it, I cannot ignore it. It is only at my discretion to turn it into words, whether or not to allow it to evolve into concrete reality. The traces of a slight smile appear on my face. Now I feel like summer coming. Let the long summer days come when the salt water mixes with that warm wind and caress my hair. May our dreams always exist! Difficult roads, bends, cliffs in desires and dreams… I guess this is a little bit that makes life unique. The taste of the scenery is hidden in the danger of the road