Dreamin

Dreams are interesting. Too much thought gone into them. Too many nos that are actually yes. 

I am fascinated by how wrong one hug can mean as also one hello. The torture. But getting to walk away was the best thing.

Feeling of peace even in my rough times.  A calm I got from just being seated near the ocean. The travel I took too. 

My thoughts wandered all over the place and I enjoyed every minute. Certainly was bliss. Seems simple and unimportant but what was given and weighed out caused great comfort.

Indeed the mind, thoughts and memories are succulent in their creativity.  Included were many in my past. Only there as quick  cameos.  

Ah just the allowances, magnificent.  Still I only wake up to a warm hugs. That is what pulls me from my mind to reality once more. 

Unfortunately it was not as real as I thought. The genuine concerns of me within that hug just held my smile until I woke. 

I sighed and yawned. It was loving-kindness that clung to my heart. Softness. Whispered to you, thank you. 

A bit of sunshine in the midst of my morning clouds.