Dreamflakes

It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. - Bette Midler, The Rose

I sit and stare at the screen not knowing what to write. So I dream instead. These days, it's so hard to dream without question. When young, dreams fed our imagination, dreams fanned the fire of curiosity burning inside of us...dreams helped us live fearlessly, worry-free and well, idealistically.
I block out all the gunk in my mind and imagination sets me free. The rain has cooled the air and the world is damp and wet as if acting as a buffer to any thoughts with sharp edges my mind should conjure up. It is time...to wander.

I wander where glossy, ultramarine blue snowflakes pour down amidst a moonlight that shines like the sun and yet gives out no heat, therefore not melting anything.
I wander where fields and fields of endless seaweed float up in to the air as if supported by water when there is none.
I wander where the touch of a faceless lover's hand is soft and comforting unto the cheek, with no trace of fear, judgement or hesitation.
I wander where my room contains a big piece of 'fluffy nothingness'...about as big as a bean-bag, that floats around in my house, silently and ever so peacefully bouncing off the walls.

I wander about little bits of nonsense, that although I know will never do me or anyone any good, makes me feel empowered by the endless possibilities in this world... and gives me a bit of silliness to balance out all the seriousness and monotony of work and routine that has been spinning around us all.....