I have thousand and uncounted dream by my side. Of various colours and multiple size. Ranging by value from bottom to top. Expanding from the depth of Ocean to endless above. All are a mixture of artful mind. They are from alike sphere but unlike kind. Some are clad with imaginative wing, sway far away. Some are coping with reality in the bay. Where art is as fake as our temporal span. On the artless world of artificial trend. Three or four are busy at shaping my future. Aiming at nourishing me from household tour. Presently on a single dream I insist on. and that is to be with you always in my happiness and moan. I have thousand and uncounted dream by my side. Of various colours and multiple size. Ranging by value from bottom to top. Expanding from the depth of Ocean to endless above.
