Where my thoughts dream

Those moments in time when my dreams and thoughts are the same I see the world more sharply. My senses recognize vibrant details, wonderous and fearsome. The world comes alive in my mind, and the thoughts that I assemble become the same as the material that dreams are made of.

In this place I may sit on the bank of a bubbling creak, or run through a stabbing thicket. Pools as deep as my mind may harbor fantastic creatures, and lives as delicate as a flower may crumble beneath the tears of a child.

The time when my thoughts become dreams is when I find my life merge with the lives of the characters that live within my soul, darting and playing and waiting for the story they must appear in to become a reality in the ink on my pages.