he gasps. the dream again ...
he reached for a hand and yet before he holds it, just when the moment his hand touches the soft dainty hand, it disappers and wakes up.
life is so much like the hand.
we gasp it, we touch it and its gone ... and only when we sleep, only when we are in our most unconscious self that it appears once again and touches us.
we live to dream and we dream to live.
later
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