#Chapter28

The colors of sunrise

Seem to fade away

The hues of the morning mist

Seem less impressive everyday

In front of  the world 

The unicorns and roses

How I wish never to wake up 

But None of them stands tall

Compared to the radiance of reality

Even the sun feels so small.

A beautiful morning it is, but  when the events of yesterday come rushing down my spine, I know there's a whole big volcano ready to explode, the volcano I never want to be exploded but when I close my eyes to the amazing and most beautiful moments in my sleep-dream land, the land of wishes and change...