I see 'dreams' as floating islands, somewhere in between reality and heaven. Its just a place to soften the impact of life. It could be a place, or it could be a person.
It is created out of spontaneity whenever inspiration comes. It calls me out of myself. Though it is imperfect, it holds everything in tension between stark reality and ideals of Love.
I would actually place it just a shade below the grand idea of Love but it is enough for me.
It is still indescribable, it still inspires strong emotions; it is larger than words, whether spoken or written, that try to contain it. In other words, it cannot be defined.
I could move my dream a few notches closer to ground zero or I could pull it all the way until it vanishes into heaven.
My 'dreams' is a place I'd rather be than heaven itself.
Made for Wacom Dreams Contest