Echoes of dreams stay in my mind long after I wake from my slumber. Why does my mind work best between the twilight of dreams and the harsh painful reality of my broken mind?
For years I felt sorry for myself, oh I lied and told everyone how lucky I was but I longed for the paradise I tore myself from. This morning as I write this and the dreams still echo through my mind I feel paradise is in my heart. I feel peace has found me at last. I opened my heart and it was filled with kindness.
My mind feels empty and numb to the world and yet words roll off the tips of my fingers from the keypad to the screen. I know not what I'll write next and yet I feel compelled to write.
Between dream and reality is the same as between life and death. Imagination and our perception of reality compete for our attention. The dream fades from my mind but the peace stays in my heart. I won't let it go for I own a part of paradise now.
Tonight I will be in a room with people that love me and those that hate me. Part of me doesn't want to go to this event but I feel I must. I will be careful with each word and find a way to love everyone at the party.
We each have a role to play in life and I must not judge those who don't remember the boarder lands between life and death.