lost in the dream of infinite reality

while reality begs me not to leave

i can’t stay … it’s not real

i see the fabric of life

woven in and out of things we term time and space

just experiences … shared on a public thread

this blanket of existence

pulled too high, it covers my true nature

and leads to the eventual suffocation of my spirit

too low, and i won’t know the grace

that comes from honoring experience

and time well spent living

best to wrap it around me

in a warm, loving embrace

enough to comfort, but not enough to bind