In my wildest dream

Time breathed life into a perfect picture that never had a space in my head.

A perfect picture, painted in rainbow colors, glamorous as opal.

The perfect was once a blurry scene

Which later was carried away by the force of fallacy.

Swiftly,

It ignites consciousness like a thread in contact with fire and walks right out of my wildest dream that never really existed

Now breathing,

Now living,

The perfect Stands in front of me with a gaze so intense like the one from my own reflection in a mirror

Makes me wonder, "can this be real?"

Do you think it is? 

See, you too have come to see how dreams come true in the spin of time.