Dreams. Some in the night. Some for our lives. At times these intersect. Visiting our potential interactions during slumber…living out our reverie in the day light.
Warm heart. Remembering shared moments…in a dream or in reality? All illusions.
Words of wisdom given in the moment when they were most needed.
Discarded in actuality. Burned at yet another stake. Around and around we go.
Commonalities forgotten, but I’m not incensed. Hours spent observing, being present, and during the seeming suspension of consciousness.
Unrevealed wishes expressed…confidential ambitions that were otherwise kept quiet.
Shame liberated through kindness and unconditional appreciation.
I was truly myself. A rarity. No one is accepted into my heart easily. No one.
Maybe we’ll be captivated in the future…or resume in our dreams.