I remember the walls. We sure knew how to fill a space. Before we decided to try
an open floor plan— Instantaneous weightlessness!
Please grab hold of something.
I need to share what I know now about me: I really do miss all the rooms, the decor, and our friends! I cannot live without gravity.
A smile came to me on the other side of the trees
after I flew over the stony wall today, in a daydream Thank you, dear pilot for taking me in your helicopter
to meet a special tour guide
I thought I always knew
We walked about and explored the colors I’d never seen until the pilot shouted C’mon, we must leave I looked back, as I ran— so scared I wouldn’t remember
the details of my tour guide’s face
Then, I received an indelible smile
to carry away from my new favorite place
Both my last blog post called Puddle of Gold and today’s came from weird, awesome dreams I have been having. I love when I manage to remember and, hopefully, write down my dreams. Like the face of the tour guide, I often find many details of my dreams to be a bit blurry, but not all of them. Also, I was thinking about the difficulty I can have remembering the face of I person I find intriguing, not long after we have met. I am going to keep trying to remember my dreams.