We are beautiful creatures.
Some of us dream that we are lost, turning around and around inside our minds. Our hands touch the stone of our walls, our fingers caress the memories we long to forget. Our eyes are closed, and we go around and around. Lost.
Some of us dream that we are afraid, running from the shadows crawling up our soul. Eyes in the wood follow us, fingers reaching and never touching. And we go about hiding in places where we are always found.
Some of us dream we are angry, fire eating away at the roots in our souls. We are electric, our hands ready to destroy, to set to light every voice that screams in our minds. And so we go about burning and burning with unquenchable fire.
And some of us dream we are confused, voices turning the racetracks in our minds. Light is in the darkness, and darkness in the light. We reach for colors and our hands come away with dust. We swim these currents and find that we never even moved.
But, when we awake we find we are beautiful creatures vacating a tarnished world. And perhaps we are lost, and afraid, and angry, and so confused. But we are all together, and the tears and the pain that burn like flames in our souls are not unique. We all feel it. We all live it. Perhaps then let us awake together and go home at last.