The Demonic & Gothic & Holistic Dream House

I'm not slow to fall asleep, my toes and palms are so tired that I knock on the door of nightmares as soon as possible. Guitar melodies of an unknown musician are ringing in my ears. I may have heard it from the window of a house on the road or from underground while walking by stepping on the ground. I have always had such daydreams, I have always lived a life under the influence of dreams. I am a tightrope walker pulled to the edge of reality and the realm of dreams. Clowns try to squirt water at me and throw me off balance, but I have an incredible ability to balance. They also say that my father has the same talent, I never knew him. I vaguely remember his face, or was that real too? Isn...View all