EXPLAINING MIST

A dream is a mist of thoughts, hopes and aspirations. An alcove built into time, a retreat into suspended animation, a conglomeration of surreal and abstract, a velocity of conjecture, of faces we have never seen before, where realism is farthest from the mind, when the mind crashes, the eyes jolt reality, and we are stark, naked before our pristine being. We know we have a dream. When we translate the incomprehensible into time we control, we know we have a wish.