Dreaming
Waking up from a dream, surfacing on A bottomless lake of discovery. A lure bobbing in the lake known as fantasy, Tempting me with danger, lust, euphoria, Knowing I crave these things, knowing that I will bite and be pulled out into the cold, stagnant air of reality, where my asthma burns my lungs from the inside. Now I turn from fish to fisherman, Throwing out my lure, hoping that meaning and understanding will close it’s sharp jaws and allow me to pull them up. But my baited hook remains... Sign in to see full entry.