ever ever ever

Simply put.
what happens when anything that alters a dream state connects you to your inner self.

an explosion.
a rue of colors and an onslought of emotions throwing years of aspiration and instilled logic in a whirlwind enrapturing your mind.I cling to hope.

God let this storm pass.

a shift comes in the mind that deturrs one from knowing everything, your plans and future are a blank page now.

what do you write?can you write?

or will it be written for you.it is difficult to elapse time in a dream you are so very fond of when another emotion you have known for a good while longer comes back around.when he sets about you and lingers so pleasingly off my lips and around my cried eyes.why hello again.

ive missed you.
delve with me.
create.

here we are again sitting in harmoneous bliss. an old friend.how i have missed you. how the anesthetic that was my plan has pulled its novicaine grip from my body.
im here.
pleased to meet you.

so in this, i do not neglect hope.the support and infastructure that keeps me afloat.

this hope lies in that the tide must receed before it again surmounts the shore.i drift away, only in hopes that my dream may be expounded as when it first come about.

for it is only in true feeling. true absolute reality of motion and e added to the start.that we ever, ever, ever know what is real.