Sometimes I just want to sleep away. Spend my time lost in dream, escaping the slow drip of the day. These images and words of God’s bio-mechanical masterpiece. Ripples of creation, and echos of things to come. A glimpse into what I want, or what I fear.

Come with me through the looking glass.

Hold my hand, and we can be lonely together.

I’ll show you where I used to bury toys in the yard. You can show me where you dropped flower petals into the wind.
We can compare notes of what we are looking for; we might just find each other along the way.

Tag, you’re it.