you know the phrase: walking as if you are in a dream
why delegate this drugged feeling of pushing through viscous air to dreams?

in dreams, colours are bright, sunshine creates moving shadows through the architecture of existence
in dreams, we move actively, we think as we are
the air is perhaps even thinner as we fly and defy gravity, doing things that are not bound by our physical bodies

but now i am treading on a ground that is soft and pliable
time can flow around me like a stream around huddled stones
the process of forming thoughts are like walking; a step after the other
nice and slow
i have a protective layer which keeps thoughts dormant, unelectrified

good, good

this is good
this can not be permanent
why not