Comfort

Consider it held.

Broke

You can't fix a broken heart.

You can only hold it.

Dreaming

I don't dream. At least, not at night. Not very often. I seem to do all my dreaming during the day. It's as if I try to control the dreams, control the creativity, the imagination; the persuasion of another wonderful realm into existence. Maybe it's time to let that go. Time to sleep. To rest. To be still. To be quiet. Calm. Waiting for thoughts to give way to the unknown. Letting go of limitation. Grabbing hold of the infinite, the inseparable link between sky and earth, heaven and life, peace and truth. I want to be surprised. I'm craving the cool breeze of emotion to unravel bigger dreams, ones that come from somewhere else. Guidance. Direction. Patience. Love.