They weave inside my mind.

Psychic fluctuations,

Strengths untold.

My hand moves

In patterns untraceable.

I cannot stop the flow.

Where do dreams come from?

Waking or sleeping,

The subconscious is the artist.

The canvas unbounded.

Paints will not adhere

To this ephemeral world.

The pigment used is simple,

The blood of the mind

Never found a truer self.

Seek and ye shall find.

Do you dare to enter

To your inner self?

The masks in here are real,

But still you cannot hide.

Your dreams and your desires

When you least expect them.

Revelations untold.


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I am a woman with a mission: to live life to the fullest. I will not let an itty, bitty incurable disease stop me. It may slow me down but like a ship dragging an anchor, I'll get there eventually. Walk with me at www.butterflysand.com

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