You transform as you travel, through space and time, wants and desires rolling over worlds of make believe.
Imagination carries a singular reality, shape shifting upon the conceiver’s mind, one layer of reality at a time.
Experience stretches membranes of existence over your eyes, thin layers of skin continue to disguise.
And as you rub away, to clear the view, the callus cracks scratch back at you.
And in it all you may recognize, you are dreaming without eyes.
The layers laid, thought upon thought.
Decomposing upon what’s not.
You’ve never travelled, yet here you are, still taking your breaths from a distant shore.