To become reduced to components, fragments, or particles.
The human imagination is an extraordinary thing. It is boundless in it's capabilities. I cannot sleep at night because of this, I know my mind has no limits and I take advantage of it to the fullest. Imagine we could somehow manage to have our most elaborate day dreams manifest themselves before our very eyes. What would you choose to have come to life? I think about this often myself, what would I choose? A strange sickly feeling begins to rise in my chest, would it truly make me happy to see all the imaginary things I conjure up in my head become a reality?
I wake up cold, and open my eyes. A bed of small purple flowers provided my solace for the night. It's quiet, and while I lay there listening, the delicate fragrance of the flowers reaches my nose. It smells as if the scent had floated off each petal and made elegant pirouettes in the air while the gentle breeze moved it along. I finally convince myself to sit up, and when I do I am greeted by an abundance of trees all around me, their presence was endless, as far as I could see. I could hear the breeze, it seemed alive, gently breathing through the trees, softly caressing every appendage of the wooden beings. Besides the life that seemed to be thriving right at my feet, I was alone. At least it seemed so from the quiet, undisturbed appearance of my surroundings. I began to walk, aimlessly but not absentmindedly, taking in the radiance of all the green things in my sight. The sun was bright, but the trees provided shelter from its overwhelming radiance. I took a deep breathe, so crisp, so full of all the wonderful smells of life in it's purest forms!
If heaven is real, I hope it's something like that. The natural world, untouched, and rid of all the unfortunate byproducts of "survival of the fittest".
Some one suggested I write a story, I tried to reach into my memory for something good, but it's all rather boring or too dark for me to write about. Maybe one day soon I'll write about those things. I felt really compelled to share a snippet of my deepest desires. Solitude.
Is that weird? As a mom and wife, is it weird that I dream of solitude?
What do you dream about? And I don't mean, what kind of things your brain forces you to see while you sleep, or what things you happen to think about while you day dream. I mean, what do you really dream about, what sort of things do you play out using your imagination to satisfy your strongest desires? Share with me, I'd like to know. :) ♥♥
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