Two realities.
The dying one, full of frustrations, desires, pushes and pulls.

The other, reality of truth, of insights, of visions, the connected matrix of what is felt, seen inside.
Two realities, one is slowly melting, fading away with every bail out lost.
One day as we close our sleepy eyes and awaken in the magical dream
the image that we hold
will not fade from our hearts.
It will only explode, explode into a vivid way, of way of heart.
It will only explode, and so shall we.