Unexpected Encounter with a Swallow

Yesterday, I was daydreaming in my small room, clutching an old toy gun I found at a flea market.
Suddenly, I imagined myself aiming at a swift swallow soaring outside the window.
It’s funny how my mind drifts to these bizarre scenarios—chasing freedom but bound by reality.
Sometimes, life feels like that: just out of reach despite all our efforts.
It's strange what engages the subconscious during quiet moments—like catching a fleeting dream that seems so tangible yet impossible.