dragonfly

Currently, I am here. You must be here too. I am doing nothing. Doing something. Doing both, doing neither. Wondering about a dream I had when I was a child. Where did that dream go? Perhaps it is in the place used dreams end up, more or less a dream graveyard, with little dream grave markers all in rows. Sometimes tired birds rest on them. Dreams are so personal, which is, when you think about it, a good thing. I am still here. Are you?