The highs, then lows, before the depths, the falling... seemingly endless falling... through the darkness, a vortex of black, not knowing when it will stop, or even if there is a bottom to be reached... a recurring dream since childhood, where you are just falling and falling and falling, through time and the black... BUT... It is just a dream, even as it is not a dream, and all dreams eventually come to an end, when we open our eyes, when we awaken... when we still ourselves enough to come back to our soul to see the blur between dream and nightmare and know both are the same, just different perspective of energy and vision... AND... we know that we can fall up too, maybe not as fast as we fall down, but we can, and we do... and we will rise past everything that we have seen or known as we fell, to a place beyond the point where we fell from... SO... keep going, my friend, dark to night, until night becomes day, that day turns to light... for the strength of your heart to hold onto hope, no matter the circumstances, is a light on its own, and you never know what difference it might make to who or where in your dark... keep a hold on your heart, for your soul, for its power.


Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee