A uncomfortable breeze brushes up my spine. Today feels colder than usual. The air is thick with a sense of sadness. I walk down the street and onto the curb. Here I will wait for you. Distracted by emotions, I let them consume me in waves of fear  until I feel submerged in them. Suffocating, I can't breathe. I inhaled through my nose, filling up ( Read more... )

And here we are again.. Having A urge to explore out to the farther unknown. Making sense of words floating in my head. Like a sweet, beautiful fantasy. I have drifted into the most magnificent place where reality does not exist, just wishful thinking. Like REM sleep, where dreams typically happen and that means anything is possible.

-A