Dream State

Impaired. Is my heart Is my dreams Is my soul. (at times) Explosive. Is my want Is my need Is my sadness. (for less than mundane) I feel lost sometimes. As if I'm tumbling through a forever turning arc, spinning me into an oblivion. With no way to stop- No friction beneath my feet. Oily soles running upon silken ribbons sliding throughout the atmosphere. Over and over. Infinity's treadmill. Losing my balance. Losing my faith. Losing........ Me. I wake up from the dream. Soaked in sweat I roll over to remember; my dreams are never too big, nor too small. Only lost if not dreamt.