tonight

the texture is soft and the scent welcoming. security sets in and consciousness dissolves without knowledge. the illusion is all too real but i know where i am going. i cannot choose the destination but i can know that recently i have been returning to places that were once quite familiar. beaches of endless tide and endless caves of singing colour where when the sun comes will remain only in memory. this landscape exists only and because it is perceived to be. it is mine but it is real.