The 3 Kings

In this room drowned in white, there is nothing to be heard. The chaise lounge takes center stage, it may not be the typical embodiment of a throne, but it is ours. As I sunk into the soft cushions spread across the lounge, I wondered aloud, “Do you dream to forget or do you forget to dream?” I felt fingers brush through my hair, as my eyelids droop down, to the silent lullaby.

What is the boundary, between reality and your mind? The cores of life, bruised and defeated, as one reigns supreme.