For a few days I floated somewhere above the clouds.For a few days I remembered about the grass, the trees , the sky. I liked to touch, to smell and to feel.There was a gentle wind that carried me far away to a beach with black sand and emerald waters.It was a dream.Dreams don’t last.I’m Psyche. I’ve lost the knowledge.I was there. Now I’m back.I used to talk, to think, to imagine.I’m in the dark all over again. I keep on rolling , never to rise, never to look up again, never to seek beyond what is there for everybody to see.