#cearivewririting

Waiting to be comfortably numb. That's when the sleep comes and dreams of less malevolent worlds unfold with creatures, rocks and trees filled with wisdom and advice. I usually sit on a rock next to a stream and listen to the Prophets of the air as they fly by In a flock, each one an oracle, each one carrying a crumb of truth; once gathered, I put the pieces together , I read the prophecy. I close my eyes and am transformed deeper where I lay in the grass , on a sunny day, looking up into the exceedingly bright spinning suns.