• I am back to the same dream . I am standing in a grey meadow whipped with wind.
    I feel this again. The air humming with energy. The sense that the end is beginning.
    The alkaline taste of violence. The hum in wires where there are no power lines .
    A sound I could never describe and the feeling of ascension. Memories flash and I am reminded by instinct to hold on to what I know of this world. Your hand meeting mine then I warmed your fingertips with my eyes and my palm. I let go for you. I kissed you goodbye and danced our last dance. I was never the one to hold onto anything for myself. The celestial choir's voice deafens my reveries . Everything is being drawn towards. Me and the world around me is featherlight and warping. Why hold on when everything is already apart of everything else? The fabric folds in and I am relieved. Released from any and all deception. It is over. I awake and wait again for the end to begin.