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[estmatedprophet]

something else. literally, laterally. reality. she is in me. i am who? what? what is i, what are these presences which reside in me. i know. i would like to believe that she knows, understands, but this realm i am tapped into is unlike the world we exist within. she wants me to keep writing. because she knows. she knows you are here. she knows you are here and she wants to communicate with you because she knows that we can.
she isnt even sure i know the gravity of this. haha.
you were in my dream last night. and the night before that.
you were present my dreams but you were not a part of them.
only, aware of them.
you watch them as though they are a film.
you watch us as though we are, a dream.
i am enthralled enchanted liberated
eternally grateful
to realize the importance of your existence in my life.
it is sad and yet inviting
that she is resting beside me
while i allow you to consume my being.
i catch myself
attempting to analyze
what is happening between (all of) us right now.
and always.
instinctually i am able to recognize that over-analyzation of this
spiritual alignment
broadens the distance between us...
full alignment of the ethereal chakras is not tangibly impossible.
lily is curious.
and our one true love is aware, behind my shoulder blades.
i continue to type because i know that she is conscious of the fact that you are amongst us at this moment.
what are moments.
mom. end. shhh.
this is the world we exist in.
there is another world.
today you made me cry you made me feel your sadness
a sadness i have touched
a sadness i have felt
a sadness i relate to the loss of my mother
and her mother.
where did your sadness deliver itself from?
an angel with wings. capable of transcending lightyears of pain
in order to restore goodness and strength. i am aware of you.