abitofanish

dreaming

the weather is a warm womb like embrace, it holds me in this place and shows me where to go. where that is, i do not know. i walk with it, it leads me on, i can see people up ahead - they're dancing to an old tune, one not familiar to me. i wear an orange piece of cloth, it moves with me and interacts with the wind. slowly i walk along a path of bright green gass, it's soft under my toes and i can feel the earth beneath it, moist and grainy. the light from the sun is flickering in the trees and making patterns on the floor, it reminds me of a dark room, the ligth trickling in and the dust glistening as it floats. i don't know where i am but i think i want to go further, my emotions run wild, swept away with the wind, dancing with the dust.