just hinselDreaming awake, blinded by the pixels behind my eyes, all reality merely patters of shifting light…

I walk this road knowing it must lead somewhere. As I sleep by the wayside dreams fill my head at night. Visions of wonders I cannot believe and horrors all too real. I awake and wander this path before me – unsure of where it leads – but seemingly following my dreams more than my feet. Some thing in the distance ever growing now draws nearer and I wonder at it, knowing despite its magic like all things it too passes into the distance behind and the dust of time covers our tracks leaving us to question: whether we ever went anywhere at all…