For the day dreamers.

Stars.
Listen.
Boxes.

Come summer time, the days will be longer.
I'm glad, I guess, it'll give me more time to spend day dreaming.
I'm not sure if it's a wrong habit, but yes, it certainly isn't a crime.

I love day dreaming.

Penguins.
Love.
Iktara.

I waste time, day dreaming. I wonder if that's okay. Productivity takes the back seat. But I'm tempted. Always tempted. To think of certain things, time and again. Again. And all over. Repeat.

Bags.
Beards.
Bow ties.

I've started day dreaming a lot lately. And I'm sure it's doing me no good. But I can't resist. And I won't feel too bad about it. My false dreams, some real, are what make me anyway.

Feathers.
Dream catchers.
QuizUp.

And then, during the night time. I'm wide awake as an owl. And yet, my mind wanders off into an infinite abyss of completely random things.

There is no such thing as random.
It's all, structured, chaos.

I'm day dreaming right now.

I am not day dreaming right now.
No, not really.

Wait.
WHAT?