A Dreamweaver


A Dreamweaver

The road is never long forsaken.

Reality is merely the reflection of our inner frustration.

Whenever I feel pain, I drop this pain on the ground, it breaks like a fragile ornament, shatters into beautiful sparkles.

Only when we are willing to let go meaningless conflicts, the pain turns into flowers, turns into stars, turns into bliss…

I choose peace.
I create my reality.
I am a Dreamweaver.


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