many forlorn dreams are but whispers set free, an echo, times past reliving memories never to come around again but in the telling there lies a truth, a story once come true when as free as the wind, wild as the sea, a journey you did make.
no one will get bogged down in my mire feel the weight of all my shortcomings have to deal daily with my weakness no one mortal unequal to the task facing reality and the acceptance of love - only a God could possibly fulfil.
this seems to be my decade for moving in and out of dreams more so than any other time in my life a sweet spot, doors opened up the gates of the night flung wide vivid persistent long lasting every sleep time dreaming fully awake subconscious fantastical plots played out each night.