Lucid Dream

Humans dive into serenity named reminiscence sometimes. Like the mystery of a mirror in which the reflections and the reality melt and intergrade into each other and finds life in the eyes of the dreamer. Human burns himself out in here; like the light and the darkness, just to exist. Knitting his ill-fitting clothes by the rope made up of sand. And then being wiped away like the sands of time. Lives the past and the future again and again, in the deep folds of his mind. Remembers for an instant and then forgets at once. Looking at the mirror, just the frame is left. Human being is lost just like that. Being estranged to his reminiscence.