The imagination creates so many escapes, through loop holes in your life it seems at some point each and every speck of detail could be greater.

It’s only the fragments of memory, that I wish I could sway my flesh anchored worth, directly inside. The push and pull of love and loss as the volcano bursts at the slightest thought of seclusion. The entity of desire to wisp my simply mortal frame deeply snug between a soft cloth and a warm breeze. Oceans maybe? Seas of current only applauding the dolphins after they had their noisy engagements. A worldly vision of happiness and diverse angels simply roaming the planet to better their soul. A safe haven to clasp the clouds in one hand and drink from the softest streams in the left, to pick only the ripest fruits from the tree and sink my teeth into fresh snow when the winter droplets were ready to pour. A Pocahontas forest to claim nothing but inhale the access of everything, to find where balance can stay as is and one simple body can thrive with the rest of them. All the same, beating hearts and caring faces. To find the peace inside, and create a free breathless experience upheld in the mind of the dreamer. To escape into a detailed palace that would sadly never exist again.