The final fantasy
Written from the vortex.
I wake up wrapped, comfortably surrounded is softness of refined eucalyptus, a beam of sunshine in my face. Freshly remembering a dream. He was there again, which always seems to happen when cyber communications go hay-wire, once monotony drives me off the wall, my higher self guides me through your consciousness. Somewhere in that space, dreams make more sense than in reality, here you express your fears and also your truth. A fascination beyond fantasy that seems to deeply assist me, in the stages of waking up to repetitively find the peace that I always know.