In dreams…

I dream of foreign lands often

sands swirling around me in the hot air

Endless desert and sun, bright and shining off the tops of pyramids

Oceans, emerald green mixing to deep blue

and people of such beauty, with dark glimmering skin walking past me

I can smell spices in the air and see their eyes looking into mine

Feel the roughness of their fingers when they grab my hand and lead me to the temples of their Gods

Watching the smoke from incense rising into the air, around statues taller than the sky

Marble and lapis lazuli and quartz and granite stone

Ships on the harbor and waves crashing against the lighthouse

Salt on my lips from that beautiful sea

And then I wake up and I could swear it wasn’t a dream, and I still taste the salt

In some way, in some life, I’d been there before.

Categories: Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Travel, Wanderlust, Writing

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