I woke up in the same bed. The same bed in the same room. The same room in this light that never changes. The same light on my sheets covering my body. My body that I can’t move, and all of this over and over again.
Tag: clover
I had a dream of clover
I had a dream of walking in green clover. Ripped earth covered with green leaves. White flowers, and red mixed among them. I stepped on the ground and saw the stems compress. I looked at the ground and saw the flowers below covered with bees. Heavy with pollen and following all of the guidelines that were danced into their minds. And i knew that I would not be able to touch the ground with my hands, or hold the flowers to my face or move the bees from their flight. I am still Dreaming of white clover I still can see the clover out in my dream and know if i got the seeds i could fill my ground with life.