When my mind goes blank, sleep seems to erode over my heart making my muscles loosen from their clench on earth. And with this action, there is much said. For my dreams become reality and as the line between the two split, I wake to see that the days have changed and the adventures never remain because in my mind, they will never be.
The soft slope of faith keeps me falling hard, yet gentle to my surroundings and the only soul that seems to understand my dilemma may only be the conch in which holds my secrets, dropped deep to the bottom of a salmon colored sea. Like her soft skin that favors mine and the rosy lips that mirror me. We hold the same head.
In fact, the shoulders change the neck that supports the head change. It changes in what may be minutes or hours or maybe even seconds, where a whole new world is created.
Our lives are much like an umbrella. Mine shades the shining sun and I am able to stand in the middle of rain without having to be victim of its rebellion. But, she lets the sun shake her soft skin and the water builds up around her and the rebellion swallows her whole from her feet up. Not to mention, the faces that see her when she's passing by. My hidden world shines before her and she is loved first.