Dreamers' Handbook

The fear of suddenly realizing, that dreams are coming true;

The feelings of guilt to have neglected them for so long,

To have been such a lousy dreamer,

To have left most dreams undone, unfinished;

Either too lazy or too ignorant to dream them away,
to dream them up to the end,

The horror of having forgotten so many dreams,

To have abandoned so many others...

And thus the wish, to have taken 'Dreaming' more seriously,

Knowing that dreams were to be fulfilled;

Then dreaming way more daringly than ever before,

Dreaming dreams no one else would ever dream of,

Creating a whole new world of dreams,

Where there are no more lies, 
no illusions any more and no fakes,

Only the biggest dreams kept safe in the depth of a beating heart. 

Wild as the Beast We run into the Night...

Never in my life heard so clearly what someone had to tell me...

And even when the wind takes your voice away to far off places, 

your eyes are still loud enough.

Feb 27th inTehran, with Fever (39,6 °C)

It came to you as simple as sipping your cup of midday coffee; something had changed, the world you lived in had changed and it would never again be the same.

You knew it, it occurred to you as you were sipping on your coffee yet the calm with which you finished your coffee and paid the bill was out of confusion rather than confidence. You knew that you would not go back to the world you knew, yet you had no idea of the world you were stepping into. You could not know what might have bestowed such change upon you and the world you lived in, neither could you have known what to do next. So you decided for the easiest: you simply followed old habits. Just like almost every other day you finished your coffee, paid for it, left the café and walked back to work, knowing that 'habit' would be a lost concept in a world where nothing was the same anymore.