Dreamy existence. Not awake, not asleep.

Lucidly thinking.

What could be, might be, will be.

Ahh, what will it be.

Anything is possible, drift up to the stars-infinite possibility.

Sigh.

Anything.

Unknown possibilities that will override any sadness, any trauma felt.

Fresh. In the next second a new start–

like the stars in the night sky.

 

Inspired while listening to Band of Horses and their CD Infinite Arms

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