At night my imagination runs into the depths of my mind and two worlds diverge between reality and distant dreams. It’s hard to believe what’s true when they’re mixed together and I can’t tell them apart. I separate them and never lose sight on the truth and figment images of late night dreaming. But my dreams are more alike to the real world, just a few ironic twists and opposites to what I do and see around me. Being indulged to the dark antics and bright clouds knew everything was surreal, until an echo that pounds louder that is my alarm clock pounding against my ear drums. There’s a lot to be discovered past midnight, whether it be induced into slumber or wide awake staring into nothingness. One thing has to come out of it and I learn right after.