by David | Sep 19, 2019 | Dear Diary, Dream, Idea Transformation, Journal, Meaning, Uncategorized |
I am flying. I’m soaring through clouds, reach out a fist, holster both hands, and accelerate to unsafe speeds. Suddenly, I wonder if I should be wearing a helmet. * End frowned upon dream scene intro * I wrote these words in a diary many years ago. I’ve journaled on...
