In a moment of rare vulnerability bottled up with foils of scripted carriages heavy enough with damages yet pleading to be awaken by peace, In that moment I knew I could imagine! I could wish! I could dream!
Forgetting this feeling, forgetting this one sweet fatal play shaking up to re-open the walls of the BROKEN! I knew it was not a dream!
Sore, fragile and warm again I returned, ready to be sprinkled on lilies, ready to be blown and grown. Running past the ripping pieces of the unknown, I wish I was told!