Nothing at all – Dream Babies

I am done with Cinderella dreaming

I gave it up

It’s not that I’m hard of heart

I’m not lonely anymore

I like myself

I like my dog

I like my thoughts and musings

I like creating

I like knowing the universe might be aware of me, just energetically, maybe

As small as I am

As a molecule of it or a solar breeze

I know I am not “nothing at all”

But I know I am not as vast as it all

Maybe I am, but only momentarily at 3am

All the lovers and creators unite then, at 3am

I imagine our collective makes up a good force at that hour

A small cluster swirling in dust and dark matter that pulsates brightly, intermittently, but only at 3am

So why then this plane of existence, earthbound, if we are all something else entirely?

Why in this moment in time that we call now and now and now

If I don’t find my grand purpose in the grand scheme then what is it all for?

If I am dust and matter, does it even matter?

I feel and I know something beautiful is blooming

But a flower or even a weed has something to hold it in place

Here, at 3am, there’s nothing really to grasp, not when your floating in dreamscapes

It’s the nature of the nut and the seed to root, dig in, and push through and BE something

But how can that hardly relate to the three, thee, and the 3AMers?

So shall it be for me that I’m floating in the ground, not knowing my whereabouts and my leaves, the soil is touching the bottom of my leaves!

I did it!

I pushed through while I was floating, now how about you?