Once Upon a Dream
I visualize what I want. The colors, the textures, the sights, the smells.
The feel of it, exactly, constructing it to the smallest tiniest detail.
When I get this implanted in my brain, my soul works on it.
She works on it during my sleep, and during my awake.
Guiding me to do whatever it takes to get me there.
I am unaware of the details, for it matters not.
She slings me through the mire and muck.
I end up happily and joyfully on the other side
Enjoying the Nirvana, I created once upon a dream….
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