waiting for a dream

waiting for a dream that will make itself clear. trying to find the bright light that will out shine the others showing me the way.

trying to find myself in someplace new.

trying to create a new place.

a new frame of mind

a new reality.

were my muse here beside me this journey would not exist. with my muse i exist in a state of eternal creation. a state which i have become too accustomed to? a place i thrive. (when one is so inspired by one impetuous, does it truly continue to be inspiration or is it just monotonous repetition of what is already known?) how many variations on a theme can one explore before that theme is exhausted.

WHERE AM I?

is it possible that this is what i have been looking for? the ability to leave a place of comfort and inspiration and still carry on. have i awakened from my state of dreaming only to find myself still dreaming or even better not knowing what is dream and what is reality and continuing.

perhaps