So I had a couple of tornado dreams that were super realistic. There was one where a young woman committed suicide by walking out into the desert and getting sucked up into the so called tornadic funnel. It got me to thinking.... What if these dreams of tornados is just my brains way of logically making sense of aliens? People don't just float into the air, so there must be a scientific, logical explanation that my brain or mind needs to grab onto, to make sense of things. But what if it's not real? What if I'm not afraid of storms? What if that's my own projection? It just got me to thinking. Lately.... The tornados have been forming in cloudless skies.. In my dreams of course.
Lost Girl
Lost girl protects what is precious to her Can you say the same for yourself sir Hidden pockets of misery and divine Islands of hope if only they could shine Lost girl pushes away heartfelt love Not deserved, bloodied and shoved Unexplainable expectations she's given A heart not beating, held broken, riven Lost girl bites back urges to cry A scream past parted lips, only a sigh Shaking inside, flying apart, unraveling Logic and reason, following, traveling Lost girl can't tread water any longer Deep breath, under, float, stronger Leave behind all that exists here Keep it safe, hidden from fear Lost girl wants to turn back, embrace Behind closed eyes, only her face Accept what's been said and done Move forwards, towards the rising sun