Why is it that you envision angels? Why is it that you envision separating from the ground, loosing yourself from gravity and loosing sight of Earth?
Why is it that things change in an instance and that the strangest beings hide behind every door?
You are the fastest in your eyes. The one that understands and travels through time. Changes, morphs into angels, demons and monsters. You are the one with answers and the one who travels and finds new lands with pure sands.
She always smiles at you. She is there in your dreams and you find every love you had before in her. She always turns around and makes you question each World at some mornings.
Dreams.
