Squeezed. Eyes quite shut. I saw a dream. A dream sometimes reality. Reality and matuiry blurred between the lines. Illusions and troubles, sometimes come alive. Not a single, but many droplets. Laughter and pleasure slowly drowning wet. Never together, linked forever…jelly beans and jello, mustard and vinegar. Rhymes insulted, poems deserted. The other side awaits, once the story betrays. If some day you turn back… the pages, the rhymes the eyes and the sight…still alive, still existing the pain resides, the memory collides.