Membrane of Life

I’m a child. Who lets her imagination sail her into the creatures that live on the wings of love and wonders that wander between the layers of leaves. Where cats wear fluffy pink fur, and fly with wings made out of stardust. The Universe spoke to that child within me and said, “use your imagination, because guess what? It’s the only thing that is ageless, has no time. The reality you think is real is somebody else’s imagination, then they sold it to you in a plastic bag with a bar code that means nothing.

Imagine, just make sure your imaginations serve you before others, yet let them inspire others to fly higher than you. Make sure your imaginations water and heal, give and recieve, and most importantly help the next generation to rise.

I’m just a child. Who lets her imagination sail in glittery donuts on a stream of strawberry chocolate lava. My legs become candy cane that allow me to hike up mountains made out of bread and butter pudding. My break looks like drenching apple crumble from the waterfalls of custard and cream.

I then, arrive to invade a forest with a word of love. A solo Universe made out of glass, and the trees within in laugh with kings full of life. Where Women sit on honey comb thrones. You are greeted with beauty made out of pure light, brushing your hair with pearls and bathe you in crushed diamond water. Your bed is made with velvet clouds. You are spoken to in a language of honesty, and then they paint your brush to sleep. In the morning, your are bathed in a river of remembrance, the membrane of life.