a few words embedded within a moment of touch
and we lose ourselves completely
swimming upstream through the past
and we can either drown in it,
or become something else entirely.
in these moments we lose contact with ourselves
who do we become?
feel your skin,
the touch disseminates,
it all evaporates.
reality goes poof.
in an ephemeral moment of spacing out
we become detached with who we are.
we’re outside the noise,
we’re immersed in something different
it resembles a dream
and we confuse it as such.
but,
what if the dream fragments could be as real
as the very thing we speak to
when we dance in the light
and feel ourselves
fully.
it is possible to live in that light
and to become something as free and as buoyant as the late fall leaf that floats backwards.
we can dream can't we.
n' feel into the things we want to attain
and see them, and hear them.
the future becomes wholly real in that instant.
this consciousness separates, you know it does.
we are biological beasts, but the dancing melody that makes us human,
is far beyond a ready comprehension.
let yourself dissolve,
and become as big
as you'd dream to be.
