The beautiful things we experienced, the seconds we shared full of love, shiny days most people do not even dare to imagine, worth a few lives, having lived that happiness, what an awesome feeling.
A room, home where all the disturbing things, subconscious nightmares that hurt our feelings of safety are out of the door, our dream life breath. A feeling of warmth overflows from the word “home”, flowers with its warm breath in the hearts of most. As children like playing under the tables, our home is the place where we put life play on stage taking refuge in its embrace by retreating into ourselves.
In our search for ourselves, we come across with lots of obstacles, the order wants everybody to have the same dreams, requires everyone to have the same longings in their hearts, maybe to forget they have a heart at all. So the yell must be very high, to wake everybody up from the sweet-smelling but rotten dreamy lives they are forced to live.