It’s a sense, a poem, a vibration. Stronger, until I run.
Run from dawn, I run to dusk;
Dusk to dawn, to night to days, the inbetween-
So perfect, it is magic.
The little wonder of rain out the blue; explanation exists to see.
Do I see?
What I want to see
Happiest believing in all that tells me they are as they are.
It is what it is.
The closer I look, the wider my vision, the less I see
When reality and make believe blur.
Blurry places make anxious.
I close myself to dream.