clouds look like stiff peaked meringue mountains
if I stand up straight I can almost touch them
the air is fresh here and so I breathe deeply
wind rushing against skin, the wilds are calling

this hurt
a deep-rooted pain
it goes all the way through,
past the bones

wisps of smoke unfurled
climbing upward towards the ceiling,
a lavender scent enveloping the room
lying belly up playing out past memories
everything seemed to drift together
then seemed to drift apart
overlapping and distancing,
and over again
time began to blend, my heart began to leap,
the dream began to end, light began to seep,
only ever escaping for a short time before the alarm beckons you back into your body
this is all life is,
and over again