Saturday, September 30, 2006 9:36 AM
when dreams merge with reality you really have to question your sanity.
ahwells. what can i do? i'm stressed. i'm stressed. i'm stressed. don't pin any hopes on me all they'll crack worse than a pinata. can't you see it? i can't fly anymore. if the wing tip is broken, the bird still might have some hope of flying, albeit rather crookedly. but if the break is closer to the body, it's a lifetime of hopping to go through.
i dreamt that i lost four fingers. why four? haha. no idea. and i woke up drenched in sweat and tripping over myself to check that my fingers were still intact. lol. till now, the supposed lost but found again digits feel a little off colour but they're working and still attached to me.
dreams were all i ever knewmaybe someone should teach me how to reach the stars in my current state. has anyone tread this narrow pathway before? i need protection from the will-o-wisps. or maybe they need protection from me. or are our steps destined to mingle and mix?
questions questions questions. that's all i really know how to do.
i dreamt that i was on the ice again. blades swiftly cutting through the new surface. sharp air rushing past. you could taste the freshness of that new ice. twirl, spin, lift, weave. it was all there, within my reach. yet when conciousness returned, the bubble burst.
do i want to wallow in my dreams?
