I live between worlds separated by the dreaming, moments where I realise my existence played in a sequence of days.
There are the in betweens, moments when the mind takes over and the senses subside. It is a chasm between two worlds which I find myself falling into. It happens when I close my eyes. Dreams take over. They are my world, my universe.
And then I wake up.
I find myself stand at the edge of a gouge. The waking up has been long. The sun dispels the mist. I am stepping out into a new day, but what awaits me, but what awaits me?
I thought I should excitement from what is ahead of me, in the discovering, in the waking hours.
My worlds keep changing.
And somehow I love my dreaming.
Cause that is the only thing which stays unchangingly the same.