A strange dream


Last night, I dreamed of seeing tiny, crawling, caterpillars that slowly moves around while fuzzy, pint-sized butterflies, busily hops from one colorful set of petals to another bunch of intensely hued fresh flowers.

Surprisingly, they're all perfectly-packed inside an open, transparent, large zip-lock bag. And then I awoke, bewildered, from what I just saw in my castle in the air.

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Anonymous said…
basahin mo yung -- Hope for the flowers :)

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