Dreams. This is all it was about. Dreams, future lights in a hypothetical sky. Fading stars, attractive perfumes, bright promises.
I had a dream. Like a seed planted in the ground of my hope, it grew up, blossomed and gave me the most beautiful flower I had ever caught sight of in my garden: happiness.
Here is the mysterious island where all my thoughts and projects were due to land. Hapiness. A mystical country of satisfaction, peace and soft lights. Happiness. Here where I am, here where I have always dreamt of landing, here where I strongly hope I can settle down forever.