Struck by delirium I reside deep in an ocean made of clouds where everlasting memories accompany me in myriad orbs; recollections looping - and my eyes falling helplessly on them - yet every attempt to take a closer look, my hands pass through the orbs like I am but a cloud myself?
The skies above painted in purple hues as I watch all my dreams projected there seemingly out of reach, yet I feel the ache to reach them? But when I try to surface from that ocean and leave those orbs surrounding - barricading my way - I am submerged once more and then the orbs become my bed and I am drowsed to sleep. Again.
Dreams become then those who from memory weren't so significant - yet I see some being parts of dreams and then it makes me wonder just how many things have been unleashed by my delirium?
The quest of trying to seek release from burden entertains me with some new ones and so too, makes me wonder what I locked away inside me and what might be transforming there? What new dreams will dare to project?
Eyes open once again I find myself in an ocean of clouds now having lost their former hues and instead reflecting the state of turmoil unleashed within me by those dreams; those passing recollections. My body floats more like a cloud than anything substantial, solid. Still, I attempt to swim again towards the top - for those dreams wait for me to ride them. For I can still swim, still have control over this form I have transformed into and don't plan on giving up just yet.
"Not yet."
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Chasing Muses (#Wattys 2016)
AcakTimes when I end up chasing a few musings and times when few of them just bump into me. Poetic prose? Random Pondering? Not too sure. Only thing I am sure of though is that these things needed to be written, recorded for there might not be a second...
