I had a dream...
not all that unusual for me;
as an avid sleeper, I'm an avid dreamer.
my mother appeared to me...
echoing my recent thoughts;
it's time I started focusing on my writing again.
it has been quite some time...
since I've wielded the written word;
since the juices last flowed out.
the words float to the surface...
refusing to assemble into functioning thoughts;
rather they push against me begging to be freed.
it is time...
if my dream is any indication;
that I have too long forgot myself...
it is time to begin creating myself once again.
