Welcome to Gaia! ::

When I dawn my night costume and fall into a sea of springs, the tide of blankets drown me in the fantasies that sleep bring. I walk lightly on the air, and sometimes garden pathes quite beautiful and fair. I cavort with the memories that pass me by, my daily thoughts lye in the grass and ramble; they escort me through bush, thicket, and thramble. a dark spector may come out and grab me. It shows me all the things I no longer wish to see. But then a hero comes and raises me upon his steed, we ride away; the nightmares cannot catch us at our lightning speed. I wonder off to see all I have lost and forgotten. In their kind eyes I'm locked in. They speak there and I tell them of here, the things I live that they cannot see and hold so dear. Alas, the chirping birds alarm me that I must go. I walk slow over the paths; along the way I say goodbye to the good times I've had. A gentle voice pries my eyes open, the sun's light greets that it is indeed the morning. I can't quite remember what happened inside my head, I'll have to go back tomorrow to dream new dreams instead.

Now hecklers, fellow romans, lend me your words.