Beyond
the Chaos
When the moonlight shines down on us, and the cherries sparkle in their last blossom of the night,
when pink clouds and endless shores defy the rules of time,
then we will meet again.
Sometimes I return to places I have visited before.
I don’t know if they’re purposely imagined places that my mind finds refuge in, or if those places are real dreams from my childhood and days long gone.
But when I remember them, it’s not just warm beaches, wildflowers in beautiful swamps, or cliffs that tower in a flaming purple sky, it’s feelings such as longing, searching, and the simple but powerful freedom of just being, without any connections to reality or its rules.
I’m slowly going mad as I can feel and envision forgotten dreams but never truly grasp their presence.
I realise now, cheap verses don’t make art.
