Breathe The Air

I wake in the morning and see a dream within a dream, the conceptual layers are like a maze and they run deep. The hangover of thought still present, but loosing its influence....

To pierce through all the thought based layers is like the taste of expansive air after a long and winded contracted breath...

Outside of imagination, Eternity warmly greets me with a cushion. It says welcome to my shelter, relax, everything you need is here, no storm can penetrate these walls, stay here and breathe the air...