A long walk in order to reach our dreams.

Believe it or not, it may happen...

But the wind doesn't last forever.. and then we're all alone watching the leaves as they fall for a last time.

The inner layers encaged and squirming. The layers beneath, beyond any obviousness.

Self-alienated sounds at night.

...in order to.......?

Getting rid of some useless layers is a good thing to do. Even with the use of this rare word.

Nothing but some dark piece of sound.

Hyper simple stuff in the night.

The oniric gate has opened.