My dreams, oh my dreams.
They are filled with elements from the world surrounding me
only I could notice
The gently torn spine of my bible
The hole in my deep sea blue overalls
The delicacy used to wind up my singing dolly
The faint, white scars tracing my arms and hands ever so gently
Out of all the dreams within this world
Flying visits me the most during my deep slumbers
The wind gliding like water pushing past my fingertips
The time slowing down
Slower and slower
Until I’m left to float
The peacefulness and serenity engulfing me
Knowledge held in my mind coming to an absolute halt
Allowing me to rest
Allowing me to experience my own
Personal
Beautiful
Haven