I was born a dreamer, and each time I closed my eyes I saw a vision like the stars that shot in the night skies, the stars kept shooting one after another, brightening the night sky.

I know you know this feeling, of a dreamer or a visionary. But then I started to question, are my dreams too big? Irrelevant? Or an infatuation? These dreams I once held dear, now slipping away , I can't stand to watch them disappear with the winds.

I searched for wholeness, and felt incomplete, what is a person without a dream and a vision? I could not find rest because the stars kept striking a spotlight on my face, which was a cue that I should keep my dreams alive.

So I closed my eyes again, to dream, and kept yearning, because a dream ignites reality. For the vision is yet for an appointed time, wait for it, it will surely come!