A man who in mere moments, was destined to die, because he chose to worship the One Lord, said this to his companion:

"Our souls are prisoners to the terror of death, and the day is beautiful.
Many times before, when i felt at peace with God and the world,
the temperature was horrible, the desert wind filled my eyes with sand and did not permit me to see a hand's span before me.
Not always does his plan agree with what we are or what we feel, but be assured that He has a reason for all of this."

-- "The Fifth Mountain", Paul Coelho (Author of the Alchemist)

dreaming dreaming dreaming

thats all i ever do.. and then SLIP

all of a sudden.. im standing in the middle of real life...

and i have NO idea how i got there...