It hatched one day

It hatched from a little Easter egg, painted in a strange blue colour. It squeaked and everyone went "shhhh!", so it snapped their deriding finger with its teeth.

This is barely anything to a lot of people and I pretend it means nothing to me at all.

First and foremost, this blog will be filled with pieces of prose and poetry written by me. I also have an ongoing story I will be updating every now and then. It is a journey without a destination and you are invited to accompany me.
I have strange dreams every night (and every day), which make waking up the most boring thing in the world. This is a series of waking dreams and thoughts. I mostly write them for myself, because there are no thought process recording devices yet and I'd like to remember some of them.

At least some of them.