It was that time of the year when I kept slipping in and out of consciousness, just like that, several times during the day, as time stretched and flowed around me. At one point my fantasies and reality blurred to such an extent, that it was hard to figure out which was which. I liked my dreams better, though. In them I was fully forgiven, all my sins were washed away and I was able to embrace the love I was given. In them my deliverance is at hand, allowing me to ascend towards the heavens, as light as a feather. A man no longer trying to be somebody else. Someone who loves for free, with someone who just wants me.
