Life is hazy when you're a dreamer. Events blur and become inventions of a creative mind. The air gets thick with people, situations, problems and solutions. Voices can sound rough. The past is a mist you can only walk through so much.
Emotions mold a cloud that you can't identify. Fog is hazy. Smoke is hazy. It can be a mess if you can't identify or clarify anything in front of you.
It's tough when you are in a haze. No roots or wings. That's why you dream. To make sense of it all.
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