Lucid,

I sat, shivering at my computer. Outside, the wind tossed the boughs of the evergreens, bending them dangerously in synchronistic dances.

I got up, and stiffly shuffled to the front door to close the wind out. But I felt an excitement, wanted to invite it in. Like a dark friend full of urgent truths and loveliness it grinned and ran passed me, aligning itself into my energy to whisper to me of his adventures. Sharing with me important information for the elemental futuristic directions to affect me. Starring into my eyes, I notice him within me upon gazes in the mirror ... I see him. Us.

I tear myself away from his lucid clutches to continue embarking the tasks of the evening by myself. He is so captivating to me, and I feel his eyes still upon me, fixated on my entity wanting to hold me while we swayed to the silent fuzz of hazy reality that I subtly understood... I cave. Drained. He is not human, he is potent strength of fingers filtrating my senses beneath my physical form. Downloading me with his presence- I am charged. I hunger for everything he can share with me, I hunger for him to manifest to my form, or to coalesce and rise to his own. To weightlessly travel with speed,

he slowly leaves me... A grief rises up in my chest, my femininity negotiates but it is futile, he needs to travel and push through the boughs of the evergreens...

Drained. Heavy in my depressing humanness and alone upon this floor standing lustfully his fool. The birth of his teachings I intuit in delicate connections at later times upon my understanding of his energetic whispers while we bonded. Seeing Truths to mysteries we have walked among for decades without Seeing clearly. I thank him for his place in the systems that I build within my mind...

Lucid.