I fell into a dream and woke in a land I’d never seen. It was golden, and the waters called me home. I felt the sky come into me, caressing my soul and the chains that bore me down. My heart thundered with every flash of the living universe, and I realized how tiny my being was as it trembled and broke into little stars.

I found a reason to live this way, but I found myself grasping onto the world I was born into. It stole the parts of me, precious and deep, and I spent a lifetime searching for what was lost. God told me it was over, it was alright. But I never let go of what I had never been given.

In histories and ages gone by, I know we travelled across time to come this far. But I remained in a reverie of my own, living my desires on a plane of least resistance, a mindless existence.

And as I forgot and sought the caverns and wonders of every word bespoke to me, I let it define and cut away the edges of who I was. I gave myself up like wasted wares in the world’s sordid marketplace. I wanted perfection in a time and place so fallen and desolate our souls would only die.

I found the answers in an ancient book, and wondered how my soul would live. In this world, I discovered many things, both wonderful and terrible. It went into me and burned like fire. But then I looked unto the golden light and knew of heaven, for the very first time.

I awoke, into the steady pulse of a breathing, brilliant world. There I found my dreams resting in a better place…there I found God.