Maybe Raven, beloved Raven, this is just a dream and not all dreams are meant to come true, because, look, in the middle of a big dream, that came true to me, he crumbled, and now, when i dream about it, to go into the forest again, then I fear, that I might get sad, to have realized a very small dream again. That I, in the middle of the idyll of the forest would be afflicted by this great pain, the disillusionment, that I imagined something, that can only be complete in imagination, untouched. Big dreams shattered, maybe wanting too much, on shaking too hard, and then, now a very small one, that I don't know about, if i can do him justice. I want to go to the forest, let myself be embraced by this idyll of all these bird noises, of leaves and wind, the stillness and the calm. But then something terrible could happen, like me with the big dream, the one that burst, Terrible happened; that an indefinite reality breaks in on me from outside or even from within myself, that I never expected, that brings me to my knees, and, the feeling or certainty, that, what becomes reality, so vunerabel, gets destroyed, because there is no other dream, no matter how small, than this one. Was, Raven, Beloved, can exist in such exclusivity? The forest, he himself lives as a biotope, as a whole, that depends on so much, that goes with it, helps, to experience the forest as a whole ….
And now Raven, because I felt this little dream in me and the inner turmoil, should I make it real?, an accident in the form of thunder crosses my plan. Dense cumulus clouds brewed up within minutes, the thunderstorm is approaching, maybe stay or move on. But now I wait. Because I love the light so much, and the clouds cannot offer that.