Frayed

Mortal ties fray the edges of my dreams – Bind me to the earth.  Freedom from material beckons faintly.  Desire tugs fiercely.  Longing settles over tense muscles.  A shade dances around me.  Night lifts me into an old setting.  Familiarity has long since passed me by.  A newness blankets the past, obscuring my memory.

Frayed.

A breeze tickles the edges of my remembered past.  Reality grabs hold of me and pulls me out of darkness.

I am here.

I just want to dream.

-Originally written Tuesday, March 28, 2006

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