I dream of a big city, lights, people, warm concrete, buses, traffic lights, trees that linger through wind. I dream of being real, feeling real. All my time spent dreaming I forgot that actually I am real. I do exist. I am. I live my dream. As the city beats and people move, every glimpse of light and sound awakes my soul to live with it, be a part of it, to realize I truly am real, but lost in the fog of my thoughts, missing life while it  ...