There are some things in my life that I deeply want. But no one knows, not even the conscious me. The only one that truly knows my deepest desires is my subconscious, that place where everything coagulates into unidentifiable, non-reliable, and confusing dreams. You can see that from my postings from Sunday, April 21 and Tuesday, April 23 (Tender Scrawls 3). But as The Alchemist says, it takes a strong person undiluted by the world's harshness to dream. Am I strong enough?