Monday, June 23, 2025

Threads: Dream Gust

 


 
So I had a whiff of a dream...a gust blowing over from another dimension, where the road is less traveled...I was known and what I knew was known...and the air I breathed was free, not filled with the petty poisons of which I'm mired.

This slippage in the continuum was like the eternal joy of a Spring day wafting under your nose only to be replaced with worldly pollution. Who wants to know this of themselves?

I still think of her, even if she doesn't think of herself. The dream is out there.

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