Future. Fantasy. Availability.
loosening the tight head lock of reality.
I catch my breath, in heathing sighs,
that slows to the pulse of a frogs croak.
Harmony is reached. Hypnotism.
I see everything I have ever wanted.
You tell me its there. waiting.
Ready. at my finger tips.
I see everyone I have
ever loved.
I see my
self.
ok.
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