The Voices of Silence

     What does the inside of a sleeping mind sound like? Are colours brighter, are scent and taste obsolete, touch relegated to that of a phantom? Or is everything more real, surreal, as in a dream?

     I pose these questions to you, here in this beginning, before I offer you my own answers in the snippets of dreams and other life rememberings I envision when my eyes are closed and my brain no longer works on the puzzles of this world. I see the wondrous and impossible behind the curtains of my eyelids, as well as the hideous and the horrible. So I warn you, be cautious in reading, mindful that by trapping these dreams with cages of words I am giving them shape, meaning, power. And hopefully, for some, there will be freedom.

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