When I go to sleep, my imagination wakes up. Located in my head, my imagination is set at a comfy room temperature, is quiet sometimes and loud other times. It is soft, smells likes dogs, chocolate and vanilla. I always see Chinese yoyo tricks in my head when my imagination is alert. I also see my house, Taiwan, me and my dog. Music is playing all the time. Lines are everywhere. Mexican and Chinese foods are cooking. The numbers 6, 3, and 7 are there, too.

My imagination is filled with goals I dream to achieve, my home countries, my family tree, and pictures of my dog, penguins and monkeys.

My Spirit, My Declaration

A sleepy Filipino-Taiwanese guy