meandering

I sail on an ocean of dreams. Never knowing where my vessel is headed, the only constant is that it'll be an interesting ride.
Reality obscured by perception, occassionally indistinguishable from one another. What's cohesive and sound in one arena is easily ludicrous in another.How does one best separate each unique experience and is it always necessary to do just that?
Gut instinct says yes, but perception is reality and reality shows that many an individual melds their dreams into their existence.

Dreams

I dream solely in color. Hues run and blend together; painting the landscape I know as my daily existence. In body. In spirit. Life, abound with possibility, but only if I am willing to let life chart its course; without the poison of fears or doubt clouding or deterring what is meant to be.