The Endless Dream (7)

RU? RU What?

I'm further from home than I realized. Earth rise over the pink hills. But this is a dream. I'm safely in my bed. Aren't I? That cannot be the earth cresting the hills. Its nothing more than another part of the message my subconscious is trying to tell me. 

The tumbler does not care. The walker, way out there in the valley does not care. I am not sure I care.

If I had a piece of chalk, I'd scrawl the word NUTS beneath those letters. 

At least the tiny yellow flowers are nice to look at. Weeds, only weeds. But pretty weeds.

The earth is nice to look at. More weeds there, but not so pretty. The menace of the earth is the decay. The weeds are those who don't give a damn about anything but themselves.

Perhaps I'm better off here?

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