Hercroft

Were I to choose, I would always pick dreams over reality. I, of course, mean specifically the dreams you conjure yourself during tiring or prolonged days. You know those days when your body gives out from use and your mind yields to exhaustion. The dreams that manifest during nightly slumber are different. They lack structure and are beholden to the whims of that foul creature that lives inside us, the subconscious. Conversely, daydreams are the works of our inner child. They are hopeful and magnificent. I used to have so many growing up. As a kid, my greatest adversary followed me into every room. Every room had a clock somewhere on some wall or table. The ticking of the seconds going by was nothing else but a chisel chipping away at the time I had left. Youth pays no mind to the chisel or its chipping, but you will come to realize how loud it gets, the less time you have left. So now I often come back to that childhood tradition of dreaming during the day, during my waking hours. No...