My mind wanders, endless thoughts plagiarising my vulnerable headspace. Taking me to a place in between fantasy and reality; breaking a line through the veil that keeps us grounded.
Disconnected. A past principled verb, in which is the only that can illustrate this tenderness with as little detail possible. Its ironic that these are the words we associate with this detachment considering, its almost as if life is finer once past the concealment of factuality. The possibilities are illimitable, the thoroughfare of our subconscious is unceasing holding precious few moments where we encounter dead-ends.
My inner self has reached its destination for the evening, finding consolation within a place juxtaposing to the one I am within now. I find myself standing in the centre of a swirl of warm-coloured paints, a sunset that has settled at the heart of the ocean, as if the sky were a faucet slowly draining the vibrant colours into a vaccuum of nothingness. The orange gold stretches far and wide, a reflection of dawn but also a promise of the rising sun which comes after the velvety night has had its say and the earth has rested once more. I become lost in the rythmic percussion of waves, my eyes steady on the horizon, face aglow with the last rays before twilight beckons the stars. My lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to reflect the thoughts within.
The night of richest blues has now become the purest black, hugging heavens eyes so sweetly, the ones that shine so bright. I tilt my head, gazing upward, eyes more open than they can be in the fullness of day, not looking at one star, yet somehow seeing them all at once.
I feel myself being pulled from the trance, waking up comes slow and relaxed, as if the day was kind enough to come softly into focus. My brain replays vivid scenes from my previous dream, leaving me longing to relive the infatuation I felt beforehand. I give myself a moment to shed the sleep from my brain, allowing the visions of the night to give way to the day. In a few minutes I will be able to greet the sunlight, to see the colours as bright as a black lit cinema screen; I will adjust. For now I let it come with the subtleness of a gentle dawn and let me doze underwing. Ill be there soon, I will wake up. Though for a little longer I ponder; remeniscing on the fantasy I starred in. It reminds me that my dreams are my path given by divine hand allowing myself to dance into a future that calls my wandering soles.
