DREAMS. SEE, THEY'RE LIKE THIS: VIVID AND FRAGMENTED ALL AT ONCE, HYPER COLORFUL WITH PIECES OF BLACK AND WHITE AND MOMENTS OF SEPIA MIXED IN; THEY'RE FLEETING, BUT THERE'S ALMOST A HAZE THAT'S LEFT BEHIND.

THERE'S DREAMS I HAVE AND THERE'S DREAMS I HAVE THAT I REMEMBER, AND THEN THERE ARE THOSE AWAKE DREAMS, THE ONES THAT BEGIN AS HOPES OR PRAYERS THAT ONLY BECOME SOLID AND REAL WHEN I MAKE THEM HAPPEN.

MAKING THINGS HAPPEN IS HARD. 

THERE IS DOUBT. 

THERE IS LAZINESS. 

THERE IS BIG BROTHER TO WATCH THREE TIMES A WEEK DURING SUMMER.