It pours in over the hilltops covering the landscape of thought.
I never enjoyed exploring this territory in my mind. It always has surprises and traps waiting for me. The map I use for navigation is out-dated and the compass misaligned. Why do I even venture out here? I never find anything except lost memories. I guess I know what I’m looking for is in a place I can’t see…
The sun rises and burns through revealing conscious thought.
There’ll be a time when I know. Where I pushed myself through the night of subconscious is nowhere I may have expected but hoped for.
The morning is cold.