Here is where my dreams are written. Sometimes I will interpret them using
research methods from various texts and with the feelings that have surfaced.
I could smell her fresh being.
The air full of her scent drifted to the heavens. She whispered to me and her soft voice filled my body. I was
calm and her breath felt like flowers drifting slowly around me. We sat on a high wall of cool cement stairs overlooking
an empty arena. The sky was so blue and the sun bathed her with rays of light. She was glowing and soft.
Her touch so gentle and soothing. She whispered secrets of love and forgiveness and her tears turned into diamonds.
They drifted slowly into my hands and I woke with a feeling of peace
