Hmmm.....
It is odd how often lines are blurred. Things frequently seem translucent to me. I would like to think that I am just another floating apparition passing through people rather than running into them. Life is scary to me when someone finally grabs hold. When something that remarkable happens to me the only way left to go is up. A feeling like this is inexplicable. This may seem cliche, but I finally understand what they mean by saying "The stuff dreams are made of!" Is this a dream? Have I reached that never ending slumber that I have longed for? Will I wake up or will I remain safe in my den of pillows and blankets? Whatever the result may be I will enjoy every min. and cherish the memory of. My thoughts are calling me once again and I must answer.