Behind the Closed Door

What grand dreams one can have. The unthinkable, thinkable. The impossable, only slightly askew. Nothing less than excess, Beauty in as much rabidity as bearable, or terrors unyealding. To Dream, To Dream........to escape, to cross the threashold of the habitation of the human condition. To see and experiance all manner of ambitions. To escape intact in a moment, or tear asunder. These are dreams, these are the thoughts of demons, the salvation and rescue of Angles.