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
