Journal Entry: 6:17am
Shadows of the past rest most heavily in my dreams. Where they wait to come out & torment me.
Last night I dreamed of the past, present & future.
Time had collapsed. Ceased to exist. All become one.
I woke disoriented (as I often do.) My mind trying desperately to sort through the images…
Fleeting, growing fainter with each breathe. Until finally…
These moments in the morning as I come (gently or abruptly) out of my dreams are special to me.
As I transition from one world to the next, I see & feel something so rich, so vibrant…
I understand clearly what my life lacks.