I find myself in a waking dream. The world warm and surreal all around me. Everywhere I look the brightness of dreams claiming the moon soaked night.
Days spent in trees hanging from limbs. Emersed in the beauty of a world not yet mad. The rain coaxes my skin like a lover. Till we are both drenched in eachothers flesh.
I laugh and the world flows with me in its infinite brightness.
Our collective dreams freeing us from our lesser selves, to the boundless wonders.
They deliver us into what we really are
what we glimpse we are when we are in the depths of love,
magnificent, mysterious beings
capable of creating civilizations
out of the dark places in our consciousness
We are, in ways small and great,
the creatures of myth and legends
that we ourselves have invented.
Our dreams are self-portraits
our myths, our heroic legends,
holding the fate of the world.
Days spent in trees hanging from limbs. Emersed in the beauty of a world not yet mad. The rain coaxes my skin like a lover. Till we are both drenched in eachothers flesh.
I laugh and the world flows with me in its infinite brightness.
Our collective dreams freeing us from our lesser selves, to the boundless wonders.
They deliver us into what we really are
what we glimpse we are when we are in the depths of love,
magnificent, mysterious beings
capable of creating civilizations
out of the dark places in our consciousness
We are, in ways small and great,
the creatures of myth and legends
that we ourselves have invented.
Our dreams are self-portraits
our myths, our heroic legends,
holding the fate of the world.
i'm so tired i can't even think. so yeah. my post is going to be empty of any thought. egghhh.