Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Dreaming Awake:

Coming to an end. Everything must end.  Seasons end, begin again, and end. We wake up, sleep and wake up again.  And all the while we are dreaming.
As childhood memories form themselves into these seasonal building blocks compiling Lifes' lessons, warnings and nursery rhymes filter our subconscious. Are we ever clear with intention?  Messages get misunderstood and forgotten. We manipulate their morals as we ourselves are blurred by time. 
Wiping the sleep from my eyes, unravelling my skin from the sheets of my impressions, I let go of where I was inside the paths of my mind, living lives and stories not confined to this world. 


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