Sometimes you stay up and push your body to its limit to try and dream. Not hallucinate. A moment to cherish what you usually take for granted. Like that song with a certain message you heard a long time ago and forgot to look up.
Taking a walk after an entire day and night of screaming and laughter, and realizing its already the day after as soon as the sky starts turning into a sweeter color of blue.
Feeling like your black fur coat will get lost in the whirl of the snowflakes the sky was mysteriously dropping.
It was at that moment I remembered the song, and realized how nice it was to be out and dream.
I've been waiting at the wrong pole the entire time.
It's alright to dream, and letting go once in a while. You never know what you might find on the other side of the looking glass.