my dreams mean nothing

without their variety. what ever your character may be. i dont care how much ones pride or judgement. when such dreams are seen in a place like there. where trees live alive and undisturbed and docks have breathe and emotion is established. no persons brain is so dull and no beautiful eye is blind enough. every episode of life is full. we just have a fucked up perception of what fullness looks like. there is no truth in unmarked. or empty. there is suggestive meaning in everything. and here it is.