S L E E P W A L K E R

My eyes - they're open. So Why do I see a dream in front of them? The dreary, wet day brings the sleepwalk out of everyone. Everything plays in slow motion, contrasted by the dull gray drizzling around it in dead motion. What can you do? The dream, my dear, is real. They smile and walk and do their jobs in the same way Crafting together their slow mannerisms as if they were their own gods creating their own worlds with meticulous care. They won't move faster, there's no reason to quicken what will be perfect.


I smile a sad smile. This is where we live, this is what we do......Sleepwalk.