I opened my eyes, the breeze stirred the curtains. The night sky seem anagogic, it makes me feel so small, so tiny, so negligible. Why I am so brave in my dream? I was so brave enough to chase what I want, I was so brave enough to say what I want to say, I was so brave... so brave... Sometimes, I feel happiest when I am asleep. Maybe the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.