at night, sometimes i can see into parts of other worlds.
not too much unlike my own, but the moon is brighter and sky is a huge northern light.
i know that this is the only true freedom i have.
with my eyes closed and my mind's self running around; one moment in fields, the next in snow, mud, then sands.
when i have a hard time sleeping, i imagine i am on the surface of water and i start to sink. the feeling is warm and not scary at all. before long, i am amidst coral and strangely curious beings that are half fact, half fiction. still looking up, i see the abnormally luminous moon and the stars through the soft surface of the water.
if i listen carefully, i can hear a story of searching.