A palette of crayons dancing in the naked rain. More than ever, I see immobile verses in motion. Light and heavy. I see the long islands of people illuminating the sky lanterns only to part with its light. With the shadow of an old sun comes the dawn of a new moon. And with the moon comes a sky, stars and unimaginative dreams. Rise up to the clouds. Look down and ridicule the dreams. Because to live is to look beyond your dreams. Only tonight the sky is already filled with dreams. The twinkling crackers rose up the ground to become another boy’s unaware dream of last night. ‘it’s a festival of light’, they say. For me, it’s a festival of forbidden dreams that keep on stirring the dreams within.