
I dream more than sleep, so I float away from myself, and then deep within.
My stasis is necessary for me to survive. Does it take a toll on my physical form? Occasionally.
My mind wanders where humans are not allowed. I bring nothing back for the masses – I indulge in the moments I experience.
Someone will say that it’s dangerous to always dream, I can’t imagine living on Earth without floating away.
I fantasize so much, I’ve manifested things into being – you couldn’t convince me otherwise.
This type of escape brings me peace, letting go allows action to be birthed from my imagination. Existence is ever evolving, I like to play with its strings.
Sleep peacefully, I say. Perhaps a nap?
Nothing is more important than floating away.
