I wish I remembered my dreams more often. I think dreams are so beautiful no matter if they are happy or sad or scary. I love how dreams only make sense in pictures but not in words because that is how my brain understands things the best. Of course I understand words because we are groomed that way for our whole lives, but I live for seeing and feeling and experiencing. I have always been told that I am not book-smart or even that I’m stupid, but that is okay because I am dream-smart. I understand things by the way they look and move and breathe and feel. I crave to see things in my dreams rather than to read them in books. I think that is why I love to decorate my room. I would rather look at my walls and see the things I love than to look down at my phone or a book or homework. 

photo cred: me