Becoming

‘Dreams are becoming, with an unfinished reason, as in an opened door of what has been witnessed before, uncertainty, will I ever be sure. I am in need of the wanting, for progression of the understanding. Too touch that settling feeling of knowing, for the need no more to explore. In times of need you are the one I have opened up to, searching through the skies and past the stars. Asked so many questions and painted you my world, the world you placed me in, to suffice. Your moment of silence, rare to this world like a forgotten second, making me wait for a new beginning, when reality is I am just staring into space with no knowledge of belonging. So my dreams are becoming. Once again in need of knowing why, I will look past your unhelpful knowledge, my mind’s eye will decide.’