Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

DJ 07 14 13 Silly dreamer

When I woke up this morning everything was different. My brown skin was glowing, I walked on air down the hallway and the morning light seemed as if it was shining from a new direction.

Everything is quiet except for the giggling of the wild parrots outside my door. The air is so still as I see the pine tree branches reaching toward me. If I reach out to grab one, will I get what I dreamed of?

Maybe I'm not really awake yet.
Maybe I am.

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