You Are

Theres a moment just before waking up when everything comes together. You know that you are. Not exactly who you are. Simply that, you are. And that's enough. Because in that passage of time before the mind suddenly blooms awake and you open your eyes, all you have is your body, and the gentle rhythm of your breathing to signify that you are alive. Somewhere in the part of your mind where color has faded, and sound is mere suggestion, you dream those dreams that are frightening and beautiful and cryptic. And they simply are. There's no need for interpretation. And for you, this is ok. You are living the dreams' moment. Those sad, amazing, powerful, beautiful, frightening images are filled with flight, and you live them someplace deep within your mind, while your body rests. And you are alive.

And then you wake up. And you piece together your name, and your address. You acknowledge the presence of the person sleeping next to you, or you realize that the house is empty and you are alone. You think about those dreams and you try to interpret. You consult your dream book, or the internet, or a friend who you feel is particularly sensitive to the meaning of dreams. You shower away the scent of the night. You eat. You work. And that's life. That's living for you. You forget that you are. Now you're only focused on who you are. This matters. But not enough. Because you still question, you still wonder.

You still dream.