Take this snow and feed me sun glazed mountains…

… take this boredom and bless me with magical mayhem full of meaning (whatever that means)
and dress my body in ancient garments woven with wonder, because I am tired, not too tired to sleep, but tired of the way I wake up and everything feels cold and how I just want to return to my dreams (even if they’re nightmares) because the real world doesn’t feel as alive as the realm that I fly through while I sleep.

I want to wake up and stop sleep walking through life and I want to feel the bliss of being for this winter has frozen me and I want to melt this madness and explore every ounce of
the ocean within and without.

I want to know what this life is about … ❤