dæmons: who be dreams, our love

Who are my voices?
clambering without me within, they only

want to be known.

let go of my self? it is backwards,
language.

fear = becoming
free = unborn, and freedom =

immortality.

if broken is freedom, then i am not broken.
if breaking is freeing, then i am becoming unborn.

the myriad answers — what is and + whys,
many aspects begging just to

Be.

seen and heard in the — the one half split second they arise,
then spin away —

Dreams.

like hopeful hands, questions grasp. taking so many small hands in mine, i kneel down, searching empty eyes and say —

you are me, i am you.
Our premise has always and forever been Love.
from the start.