Time steps by into more time bought on the memories of the past. Each memory is worth the world; for what is life but a living dream? Each of us moves through time within our own dreams and each one of them is unique. Every person creates their own universe and places at the centre of it; themselves. Stepping back I see how precious this gift is and yet how I wish my temporal kingdom could merge into yours. That I might show you all the things I have seen and felt. Every hope and dream, fear and doubt that makes me who I am. That I might see yours and understand what has shaped me for your dreams have surely enriched me beyond measure.