Time For Dreams

The longer I dream of and the more detail I invent for my ideal partners the uncannier they become. Un-nervingly, once invested with tastes, attitudes, appearances and back stories they develop speech. Independent, they hover around, speaking to me via my own voice and desire for love, becoming mythical- real and unreal simultaneously. The more detailed and specific they become via my interior process, the less possible it becomes that they could ever exist in the outside world. They can’t bear scrutiny. It causes them to melt. They live in a world of their own