I had just released my hold on reality an involuntary choice reaching for the surreal when I entered a sanctuary of dispersing thoughts while the cradle of my body became numb and solid as a matter I was steadily losing awareness of, everything was dim and soothing with no worries or fears, no hold upon those purposes which drown me rather I floated secure and restful drifting weightlessly within the moment between wakefulness and sleep
The poem surreal was prompted by a friend of mine who suggested the topic ‘the moment between wakefulness and sleep.’ You can follow her on Twitter @justbishop
I sort of get that feeling when I try to meditate…that’s when I get the most restful sleep! ;)
I have a very difficult time meditating. The best I can do is daydream about my characters and different scenarios I can put them in. That’s relaxing for me because I’m not thinking about stressful things, just going into another world that I have complete control over. I daydream A LOT. My current WIP is the result of a year long day dream I had while completing my Master’s :)