These are the mornings that define my inner Kale...
I'm lost and confused, saddened but happy - lost in a kind of comfort that breaks my heart. So much has happened to me - I met so many people, visited old friends, and spent nearly three days lost about my own subconscious.
It was all a dream - but everything that happened are now memories - real, actual things that I will always swear happened to me. But they didn't actually... or did they? It's precisely what I love about dreams: for a while, I was somewhere else, experiencing something incredible, but on the flip side, it was powerful enough to leave a lasting impression on me, real or not.
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