What I want to say, I dare not speak for fear of bringing it into the light. There are some things which are better off left in the dark for to bring them out where they can be seen would cause a mess of trouble that I could not deal with at this time. I have too many colours on my palate to be able to add any others without creating a stain of brown across the canvas of my dreamscape.
My hopes and desires at this time are a jumbled ball of tangled yarn that must be gone through, one knot at a time. Wires have been crossed that must be uncrossed and glitter cleaned from the spiderwebbed crevices of my shadowed mind, glued particles must be unstuck and properly placed in their respectful cubbies.
Now if I could just find the path that leads out of these tangled briers and back onto the grassy plains, that would be a miracle indeed.
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