I miss the time I used to have to dream, to create life in my mind to imagine, to juggle imaginings
9 months ago
I have been having recent fantasies, they have coloured my waking thoughts and some of my dreams
I have been trying to suppress those thoughts, but like trying not to see the hole cordoned off with silk rope, or the purple elephant in the room….the imaginings have not gone away
they are ancient trumpet calls from the edge from the other side
fractions of myself, parallel soul shades, ethereal, like looking through glass, an image on glass
I need to let my fantasies roam, wander, take purchase and come back with food
My under world, my over world
I was trying to suppress my fantasies but I now realise it was my soul
My soul wanted to remind me how to dream again
