My life beyond even a dream and my fictional world as a child

I didn't know I was a prisoner of a dream.

This is what was left of three or five shouts hidden before me, your dreams for the sake of which I wasted my life.

A dream factory is hidden inside me and I am like an elephant forgotten on the dream bench, I am like an elephant in every phase of my life and I am lined up in the phases of dreams like a relentless disease.

My imaginary faculties, I jump with enthusiasm in the manner of an awareness bestowed by the Creator.

Reflected.

Also a denial.

Will it work? It was so beautiful that a lifetime and here is the whole square that life bounces on your fingertips.

I align.

I've come to line.

On top of that, I almost brought the whole world in line.

Another curtain opens and I breathe in a scene: I spread the breeze of the past and the concepts of space change dimensions over time.

In the eyes of the facts, of course, I jumped a lifetime in the center of everything.

I never thought of being anyone, and never emulated.

In the language of the story, he is both the hero and the narrator of my own story, so only I bit all the apples that fell from the sky.

Even after the nightmares, an escape point for me is dreaming and my tiny heart, which gains incredible momentum in the longitude called love.

Assuming I'm four years old, my dreams are hidden in my inner pocket and the real world is like a dream cellar for me.

As far as I can remember, in my childhood…

How happy I was, moreover, I had not yet clearly perceived the tensions.

Besides, we had a lot of people coming and going.

I'm the one on stage.

The curtains are flying and my eyes are shining.

Being born red-haired was perhaps a humorous trait my whole life and it's me my dear doctor will be hennaed.

Love is a blind.

My first friend whom I know as a confidant in love is the elder of the house and my only fantasy in my child's world is the plane trip that I took with my first friend as a flight stewardess.

My eighty-year-old friend, then my little brother, who filled his void when he flew away.

My life beyond even a dream and my fictional world as much as I am a playboy.

Then he started school…

And here's where I brought my real friends in.

Yesterday.

Today and also.

Tomorrow is the absolute world where my dreams are cross-legged.

What a victim.

What an oppressed.

What a heartbreak.

Nor old.

My collaborative feelings and the doors I was fired from one by one after I was expelled from hundreds of villages without breaking my heart, and my inner voice and dreams gave me a memorandum beyond being a candidate.

And to this day.

My game sphere and the tricky world, on the other hand, are in the middle of the stage called life, which I am not at all disheartened at the moment.

How would I survive in today's world if I didn't have my imagination?

Even when I've never been a person who likes to travel and dust.

And here is how I played steel rods with my feelings, intuitions and dreams and circumambulated the whole universe with my imagination...