He told me he was real, he told me he was there and that he cared for me. Then he told me the thing that imprisons you...is your own mind, and at that moment he vanished and I realized...I had created him. He was never there, he never cared, it was just me...all me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never be afraid of dreaming, particularly positive thought. Dreaming is hope and this we must always have.