Curious that my mind can articulate in this state.

As I float in and out of consciousness, I see images that are partially memory, and partially fantasy, but it’s difficult to decipher where each image belongs.

What is it that my mind is trying to tell me, if it has anything to say at all?

I feel as though I’ve evaporated.

Still a present, tangible substance,

But loose and floating,

Having just enough strength to keep the droplets of my soul in a shapeless malleable cloud, easily swept up and away by the merciless wind.

Yet I wait.

Patiently and faithfully I wait

Until my lost pieces find their way back to each other, condensing so that I can once again rain my love onto the dry ground.

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