out there I feel you breathing
and as I am travelling I might not see you again
dear souls
dear feeling suffering
rejoicing souls
fellow travellers
don't stop dreaming on the page
life's blood
you are the taproot
the source of hope
I might not always understand your language
I might fall softly into cones of silence
submerged for months
in cotton wool and honey
but when it rains from time to time
I am recovered and I spring free
running to your well
I drink deeply
please I beg
do not stop filling it
It nourishes me
It is my food my drink
yes
I admit
I need you
in this dusty broken world
you are my arbour
my lush oasis
my sanity
thank you