Its not that it happens all the time but there is a strange disguised happiness in all of it. Its like the happening called 'a smile', without really realizing it happened. And when the realization does strike it brings another smile only this time its different. Its the belief that the dream is a reality - at least because there is an image to it - and no one can take that away. Maybe the story is different every single time but the reality of the matter is, that its nice to be in it; its nice to know that it can happen even if its just a mere illusion of imagination.
I live different lives somewhere in the the small secluded zone of my imagination. These lives are mine and mine only.
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