Dream Rant.

i haven't written in so long, so maybe now would be a good time to compose my thoughts...
i miss myself, the music, how i sang,
how i had a vision of myself immersed
in melody,
transcendence,
dense purples,
and space-time,
without any dimensions.
I haven't played an instrument for so long.
I've been feeling as if I left myself,
and entered the parallel mundane dimension of reality.
I use to believe that I could thrive in my imagination alone.
I use to have a sense of self,
in my youth, (or ignorance)
that I really felt I could 'hold on'
to something,
even if it wasn't real.
I find with maturation
the ripeness of fruit
submit to a form
of compost,
as if there is nothing
to live for,
like all wisdom has subsided the fairy tale.
I wanted to re-enter the galaxy,
be the child that doesn't see any balance or form,
I want to re-live the world of dreams,
holding on the the songs,
with intense passion,
that made me believe I didn't have to hold on to being here.