: I woke up a long time ago from a dream, : and the thought came to me unknowingly: : "I want to go into the world of Peipzla", : and the other night in a conscious dream they said to me: : "it exists — this world really exists", : but what is the other world?
: is it real?
* * *
: sometime before, : in difficult times, : the quiet thought was repeated all the time: : "I want to go Home, I want to go Home", : even though I was at home.
: but time changes everything, everything flows, : and past aspirations and quests are behind...
: or not yet (not yet)?
: however, this is no longer important.
* * *
: at that time there were reflections, : that the world of Peipzla is my coveted Home...
: but the world of Peipzla is only a metaphor, : the first response of my brain, : desperate to find solutions to painful problems, : through hallucinations and hope...
: "I want to go Home, I want to go Home" — I shouted inside, : but could not say it to others.
: I just wanted to cry, : without feeling the soul's kinship with them...
