Exploring the Light Path

This dream is not a fan. A notebook is not the radio. The dreamer reclines in a salon with a curled Bob on the side of her forehead in the light of the tunnel She sees through her insecurities. Try to dig deeper than you can when you are walking down the hill. It hurts to scream from the top of your lungs you dream about the impossible. Anything can happen within the drop of an eye.