The mind is truly powerful. In the realm of a daydream you wisk around energy and set it forth. A lot of the time, without even knowing. This thought, this dream, you take it and you feed it. Nourishing it into existence. Giving life to something you may feel is desirable to you. Something you want. This energy latches itself onto you, picking things up along the way. People. Circumstances. States of being. You start to become the transformation you seek. Even in chasing other people. Were you ever really chasing them or were you trying to find and grasp your shadow self? The part of you that wants to listen to the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. The part of you that never ceases to ask the questions "why?" and "how?". If I don't do this in my waking life, it will find me when I am asleep. And in all ways, it leads me back to myself and what I gave "life" to.