Kut

I dream fast and abundantly. I've watched what happens next more times than I can count.

A dream arrives clean, straight out of feeling, and almost in the same breath my mind starts wrapping it, in thought, in analysis, in the very idea that sparked it. Some of those wrappings carry the dream out into the world.

Some, out of fear, smother it quietly back into the void. These pieces are that moment caught in the act, the dream and the labyrinth I build around it, before I know which way it's going to go.