Sometimes i've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast

I just love that magical state when you can´t control where imagination goes.
It´s that time of the day when the blue velvet sky cast a spell on your pillow,
wishes and dreams meet and thoughts are hypnotized by the charm of the night.
Reality behaves like a mere spectator in a play and you just try to hang on to that hazy but appealing fantasy.
A fantasy that is in desperate need to speak to you. One that wants to be part of that reality once and for all.
You see, there are nights when the wolves are silent and the moon is the one that howls.
And you realise that impossible things are not that crazy under the stardust.
Sometimes they even become a possibility by the time the eyelashes flirt with the sun.
I guess the heart is never silent. He always speaks, even in your sleep.
Just open your soul, the universe is constantly unfolding in front of your eyes.
Turn can´ts into cans.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.