I''m not sure if you''ve ever had the fortune to be haunted by a dream, it’s such an unnatural thing, it’s a weird attachment, a very weird string, when it pulls, and your mother calls, it makes you look so stupid, like Anakin Skywalker killing a bunch of younglings, the most unlikely actions, in the weirdest situations, alone in a room with your cousin, and it’s almost as if it’s natural, to explore, your beating heart and running blood, just to see how much there is in you, the reflection of your father touching you, the human heart is such an old thing, when the fruit’s skin is broken, each time it’s shocking, but looking back, on ages past, it’s as if this was the same song, to which all of humanity was dancing…This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.