i am sitting in the centre of a waking dream, coloured the glow of the setting sun. there are smiling faces and joyful embraces as children frolic on the edge of too much but it’s alright. i see myself perched like a bird on the wings of possibilities, fatigued from voluntary over-work and desirous of a touch that is post plutonic. grounded. good-tired. joy-filled but not smiling. content. what’s next is the continuous cyclical birth of understanding. mis-steps. re-steps. fallings. getting ups. riding the riddim. love. life. i am a constant self-actualisation. self-realisation. visualization. wombanifestation.