Dreams #4 Lost in Translation......

Dreaming is a constant tremor...............

 

Darkness hits me and I am lost somewhere where I look up and you are not there

So I choose to look down instead...

 

Oh the constant sting of my imagination, even in slumber that is seemingly substantial, as concrete as our bond together when the world around us is amiss with disregard, we stand still, knowing we are a wondrous definition amongst ourselves...

 

 

Waking up is not easy............

 

 

Done