I stroke my imagination and allow a brief moment for my feet to lift off the floor. An essence entrancing to show me a glimpse of things which have been and which may come. Remember those moments of excitement from a real wave you made which made your voice speak all at once without you knowing it?The time you are unable to conserve a grin which spread across your cheek like a genetically modified banana. So begins the floating.
A dream, a dream we all fall down, simmering boil point has allowed my current consciousness to let down it’s guard, motioning with it’s hand and welcoming this fresh tide of inspiration. My mind turns a blind eye as a smile is achieved deep down low.
I think back to the dream last night. Flying, flying, impossible and incredible we fly off a jump at ludicrous speed, I wonder that we might end up in hospital as it’s all too late, time slows down as we are in the air and my stomach is way up high, giddy. Impossibly fun, as the dream continues for what may have been an eternity in my made up world. To me the dream has taken hold and has grasped and settled into my real life. Adventures and flying. But before I wake I have stepped up into another wave, monstrous, hmmmm I wonder if I could do that?

An old piece of writing I found of mine which I thought I'd share !