I have often awoken from a dream that was more real than the life I live here.

I left behind me, in those dreams, the memory of that place by virtue of being here.

It was devastating to realize that the bonds that bound my realities there were so beautiful. I awake sobbing from these dreams; wondering how could I have ever forgotten such a place?

And the only consolation that we have here to sustain us is to know that the energy saved here through our actions gain us the ability to go beyond this reality through the happiness that this energy allows us to gather.

The only way to sustain this reality in any form of buoyancy is to embrace those that we see as familiar when being stranded in a place that does not quite feel like home, even though it is.

Or is it?

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