[MOWGLI]

Originally Posted by SOKENSelf

Look up,
Vivid clouds are pillows to a skies bed
Fresh air streams through feathers for the comfort
what an introduction. a picture well painted with words.
My lungs work,
Doing there job in providing and whispering
With no gasp I grasp a dream of levitating
Look down,
Little ants are species blending with human beings
Being of one, moving to my heart as a drum
The sun,
Is the sum between high and low, dark to light
I shed light between comparisons in breathing
The night,
Oh the night that once was feared, near my middle life
My mind can ignite the dark so I can understand light
So I float,
Funnels and wind currents change at elevation
As the same of mind elevation I feel the similarities
It’s in my mind,
Days to years,
Clouds to skies that are clear,
I am in line,
It’s all in my mind

In all seriousness soken,
i love these kinds of dreams
my favorite kind of unconciousness
are dreams about flying.
well expressed.
good read.

Uppin.