Daydreams of the present and Lucid Dreams for the Future.

my future exists while my present is unfolded.

I dream of valleys and rain fall on the window sill while gazing over endless rolling hills where my daughters can play with their father and I can read poetry and write poetry and drink tea and die warm and cozy surrounded with ones I love and a garden I left full of life. 🌸

A run on sentence littered with glitter is the best articulation of a dreamscape I can currently fathom.