My Sleep

I have 100 dollar bills running around my sleep, when I wake up they all go away and I am inside a forest full of beauty and shining, I walk outside while my soul is lifting with the sun that comes from the tallest tree and the biggest mountain, the glaciers of water surround me and rotate around my world of dry tears and empty thoughts, I wonder where everyone else is at an what kind of problems I have, without money, without a house, without anyone to talk with, in the most beautiful place yet to be in. As I come down from the air everything freezes and it gets really cold before it starts to snow and a lot of memories make me feel warm. I speak mundane and I walk towards views of fogginess that surface around in every corner I wish to settle in. And if it starts to rain I won’t know what to do as my lips no longer can move, I close my eyes and imagine I know where I will be if I continue to keep my legs moving, and all of a sudden, I run into an envelope, saying: Fear your new views, your new thoughts", and I begin to think, is this being said to me because I no longer care about where life takes me? And my steps become stumps and those stumps became regrets and the sky gets dark and here comes another forest ahead of me, and I get wild and start running chasing nothing just my fears, and I stop at the tip of a waterfall full of life. I think to myself If I see the sun or the moon or the grass green in the morning if I happen to be sad only because I don’t have much, then what do I have? Ambitions, selfishness that is all illusions to a new beginning which is only so far away, do they matter, do they make my present, so if I go down this waterfall will I find everything I had been looking for? Do our worries come from this earth that gives us everything we need? Do we really care deep inside about ourselves? Or what everyone expects us to have? Where is the long elastic-free ride to the feelings of self and what it means to run away from whatever wants us to be like everyone else, I come to this end, hoping it will be my best view before who knows what happens next, you see you can actually go anywhere with your feelings as long as you know deep inside you are not living trapped and nothing will stop you from waking up every day and knowing you will be okay with or without clothes, a place to live, or finally a dog? It doesn’t matter what you do not have, what matters is how you feel and what actually is most meaningful to absorb and never let go of as this one life can raise you from the dead and take you back and swirl your world make it all green until you finally wake up and see what other colors are to live. You might call crazy, a person who is happy for reasons you cannot understand, when a person desires to feel happy nothing should stop them, you enter a world without meaning to the actual reality, where you may be lonely but you understand to be alone will serve you just as much, it doesn't matter as long as you understand that this world is not small at all to believe we are alone. If we decide to residue in the waves of the ocean instead. Well, then bloody salt, I cannot swim down further on my dreams. you finally wake up and see what other colors are to live. A good time to be born to be felt to be bleeding, and surrounded. By all

the open Sky; It’s all part the whining. And bloody sweat of one big wound that is also celestial, a shower of clear water if one knows the meaning of it. It all comes together like the sea at times picking up anything or devouring it as fast as the wind that manages to make it all seem less irrelevant. Oh, my love, where have you been.

 I have grown to learn that it feels like you've built a character out of the little I can control. How is it that even though my sleep

 and all of my thoughts you take over one way or in all forms.

 And if I don’t rely on you I am a dead fish or the salt of the sea, 

undrinkable, and unable to be used by humanity as well as the destroyer of all kinds of regular forms that cannot stand what is made up of. While the leaves of the trees continuously come and go, how the salt of the sea sucks the fingers of the human cells up and dries the skin after you stay in it for too long, even if we care or if we don't whether you love the sea or can’t help being soaked by it oh that’s how love feels when you are missing from those you know as much as from those you don’t. The sea may bring much more fish and have all kinds of creatures and hold the deepest secret but nothing can have the same meaning. The salt that surrounds it is as different as the water and The water that makes up the living for the fish is a single as the strength of every wave that brings the living and shakes the earth. And if I were to fall in it with all of this blood I would not know how long I will last for it is all kinds of creatures that are silently enjoying the single right of existence and nature and are so used to it, so don’t expect my blood to last me much, When it is all gone, as I float around bleeding myself out 

I will remember the waves' sounds and how the sun made my heart feel warm. as timing allows the most powerful force to take over me

I won’t have time to think much unless I am ignorant enough to listen to how my body reacts and remember First or before 

if anyone out there ever made me feel I was present 

and sucked out as well as in while drowning in my own.