Dreams.
This is all it was about.
Dreams, future lights in an 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 cought a sight of in my garden: happiness.
Here is the mysterious island where all my thoughts and projects were due to land. Happiness.
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...