Liberat.es
To dream — NaPoWriMo Day 21
Sleep enabled this:
falling, falling, falling,
– hardly a sense of
air streaming by. Yet,
the sensation is clear.
No Earth ascends, just
darkness — darkness
surrounded.
Lulled even deeper,
no one notices, even
if the sleep lasts
beyond what a body
requires.
Somehow, it feels just
like one might
expect: falling,
falling, falling.
Endless.
To wake up before
on’es time would be
an interruption –
perhaps unforgivable.
To break a fall
such as this would
be to counter the
natural order. Divine
Will.
To simply fall, and let
sleep have her way is
to live — live for the
grace that is her
dream.