Dreams Speak Truth
I woke up this morning, in love with the world, unable to keep myself from it's embrace. It makes it easier to be in the wrong place. To be in it, is enough for me. Part of it's pulse. One of it's streams. Today, I am a blue streaked with purple and tenderly stained with crimson. Myself, at peace with my need. Overflowing and content, I am gliding at my own pace. I am at one with what lies beneath me. I am touched by what is above. Swaying in the breeze, I am moved by the air between us. It's a... Sign in to see full entry.