Happy Easter to all.
You may not always see me but the truer portion of my heart will always be behind you.
The Sutra’s of my heart are joined in the middle by a writhing dragon, too stubborn to let go, too toothy to gently nibble at the chain.
The memories of you are so unique and true, I wrote them down so others can remember you too.
I found welcome to a dream that I had this fish; it was beautiful in the way that I knew I loved and cherished it. Its blue iridescence was my pride and joy that I kept it close to me, protection of utmost. Waves thundered against rocks and I promised, “I will not let anything hurt you.” I road the current to carry us thorough but on the shore soul-less flesh eaters surrounded us. My promise, I could only keep it, if I ended this precious life myself and to make it quick, for they are upon us. I woke unable to honor such a promise in my dream, returning with the memory of an excruciating choice, as if it is a memory and not a dream. The trouble real, the promise unfulfilled and the welcome to a dream hunting for a source.