Dawning Creations

Frustration takes hold of me upon waking or I awaken easily.

Dreams surrender my mind to remembering, or creating all new memories, inserted by angels or imagined altogether.

I’m whining and batting at my annoyance every minute or waving thoughtlessly at passerbys, the stars, or clouds drifting up high.

Gray clouds are hovering, dropping drips of gay raindrops over me or the sun is easing me into warm summer nights.

Sleep and wake is what seems most unreal.

These days blend so well with my nights, I cannot determine which is the true reality at times.

Lately, days are bliss or frustrating.

Nights are sleeping soundless, soaring to unknown heights or sinking far below the surface.

Days and nights blend and feed on each other.

It’s a wild thing.

Everything effects everything else.