Oil on canvas

I have a little aloe in my window where a little spider found its home. It started building this wonderfully complex web of delicate white strings and one morning I noticed tiny drops of water on it, shining like little pearls. Dreams are just like these little drops, I thought. If we don’t take care of them they will fall and vanish in reality. Dreams we need, more than gold, because without them, we will fall and vanish into nothing.