Hello dreams,
hello thoughts.

I've missed you.

Sometimes I wish I could
read my dreams.
Line by line.
Word by word.
Picture by picture.

But then I realize
I don't need any special knowledge
to understand them.


The only thing that counts,
is that I feel them,
because they are
the perfect connection.

Chance and chance alone has a message for us. Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out is mute. Only chance can speak to us. We read its message much as gypsies read the images made by coffee grounds at the bottom of a cup...

Necessity knows no magic formulae -- they are all left to chance. If a love is to be unforgettable, fortuities must immediately start fluttering down to it like birds to Francis of Assisi's shoulders.


Milan Kundera The Unbearable Lightness of Being