In the veiled and imminent dawn you can dream a different kind of dream. In this soft light, inside these paled thoughts, everything is so much more possible. The quiet haze of heavy thoughts amorphous holds inside its fuzzy boundaries ideas whose exact shapes are unknown, and in their uncertainty offer possibilities too many to count.
How I try to use these dreams of semi-wakefulness. The half actual shapes, the lines whose endings cannot be imagined. When asking questions is like holding the pen, and the words that your mind speaks back to you in halting phrases are lines whose character the time has yet to determine.