In the beginning they were only five. Five known senses, and out of those five, it was eyesight that gave promises of the most intense pleasures, held the most desirable secrets and felt more like home.

Drawing pictures just made sense. It was the senses that came afterwards that made everything hard and complicated. Immersed in exploring just one of them, these powerful and overwhelming new ones like hunger, reality, self, death, failure, achievement, and that annoying sense of reason crept up out of nowhere, taking me by complete surprise. It's been an everyday battle ever since keeping all of them at bay, hoping that the good ol' days where everything was simple with just the two of us, will return.

I know I know... I should come to my senses.

But what can you do. You got to have dreams. In fact sometimes it's the only thing that keeps you going. That, and a good sense of humour.