March 26, 2012
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Static and the dream.
In a state of low emotion the night before.
When you spend nights flooding the air with messages,
angels and spirits float in disarray; a static-y mess,
and the pain of isolation draws further into my veins.
But last night, the heart silently gave up,
and so I flooded the air with silence. Silent emotion.
They touched my forehead in affection,
and drew their hand down my cheek.
I noted, without messaging, and drifted to sleep.
It was a wonderful dream
Reminded me of the movie Chronicle.
Telekinesis was my weapon of choice.
And I was able to freely control object in my surrounding.
It felt so real. It felt so magical.
… and I felt no ill-will to use it wrongly.
Only to experience the world more intimately.
Only to entertain, and practice my abilities.
I felt powerful. Confident. … Not vain or egoic.
I didn’t want to leave this reality.
It was like a gift from the stars. A sign of my progress.
And it erased the emptiness. It gave me hope.
Strange how it was only a dream, and yet I woke up without want.
… What does that mean?
