To the dreamer of this lifetime (unfinished)

Maybe our hearts won't heal in this lifetime and it's okay. Maybe what we will have in this lifetime is our dream; whatever it may be. I truly believe that Kafka has been reborn and lived another life full of blissful love because he has already lived the dream. That could happen to us too. Maybe we will be reborn on the farm surrounded by our loving family and have a very happy childhood. The kind of childhood that includes a lot of mud, knee-scrape, and sunburnt skin. And in the twilight, you'd go home to a house that smells like a very, very comfortable hug.

"One day at a time," says the wise. The dreamer would say "I will see you in the next lifetime when we are both cats"