"A bouquet of clumsy words: You know that place between sleep and awake where your still dreaming but it`s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn`t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.

Listen, there`s a hell of a good universe next door, let`s go."

— E.E. Cummings

(via atlantides)