I am the horizon, where the sea meets the sky, and the mountains reach the heavens. Time slows down, and I slip between the seconds, where it no longer exists. The ocean cradles me before the tides pull me home within the deep. Thyme and lavender always linger, with undertones of coffee, vanilla, warm bread, the nutty scent of decaying leaves. I chase the sunrise through time zones until I am satisfied, and then do it again. I swim in storm-ravaged waves; make castles in the sand; watch the lightning dance on the horizon before the rain starts to fall. I sing with the sirens, and learn the ways of the Old Ones. I wander between the stars, learn the stories of the constellations, get lost in the dark abyss beyond. I commune with gods. I walk the old Roman roads and stop at all the churches on they way, a pilgrimage of sorts to find the ancient ways of worship. I haunt the places I miss the most, visit all the things I wanted to see the first time. I roam the mountains I've fallen in love with over and over again. I get lost in the land of the Faerie for hours and days. I listen to the echoes calling from the void, stories of past and future, twisting through lost seconds and memories. I trail back through empires of old, wander in and out of forgotten, lost, and abandoned civilizations. I live with abandon, boundless and unending.
In my dreams, I am alive. Unhindered by fear, giving way to freedom I've never known. In my dreams, life has become...
