Whether caught in the spin~
Night swimming or slipping through a stream of
visions colliding with nonsense and the vivid ideas of others,
I too on occasion find it hard to see through to my reality's expanse, as beautiful as the centre of a storm may be.
All waves roll in eventually.
I will find those that can, as they will choose, whom may accept and love both.
there are so many more fine ways to breathe and dance and dream, so many of them
intertwined around something I keep
Washed and felled and rebirthed each day
So yew may rest your eyes and heads and mind, keep steady on and heal yours in time.
Hold fast to what you believe and deserve and many other things,
As those proceed onward, sometimes my own escape me, but often return again
Aligned with another's daydream~