Living the life of my dreams

 

Traveling, wandering, wondering where it is that I am going.

Missing, wanting, wishing that my past would return.

Falling, failing, feeling as if I were but air.

Dreaming, drawing my reality, which is but relativity.

Everything is what you think it, and your thoughts are less than air.

My wondering creates my traveling, creates my wishing for a living of my dreaming,

which is chemically equivalent to my living and each is a relative reality.

Reviews

[Lyra H]

Well done!