It just sums up the wonderful thought of 'reverie' to me - Being lost in one's thoughts, alone but not lonely - At one with one's self.
I like to hope I've got there, after many years of wondering. I can get lost in my own world - Grief, bitterness, anger frustration and a long lack of forgiveness. All of these emotions can drag you down into a thick bog of treacly matter, until you are no longer able to see a way clear - You are quite firmly stuck! Unable to move forward, or on. Energies sucked from your body, like air from a balloon.
Gradually, once you 'get a grip' of yourself, after learning and grasping what these feelings can do to you, your body, these damaging sentiments can finally begin to moulder and drop away like long-dead leaves, leaving you free you to re-consider your bold, 'bad' self once more.
Who am I?
Who are you?
Do we dare to dream things might be different this year?
I think a spider just crept down the side of my face - Time to sprint from the sofa!