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-------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual
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..Dreams seemed to be as real as waking life as a child..
I imagine that as a child I could feel a dream envelope me because i hadn't yet grasped my waking environments..
..As I grew older, I suppose, I refined my definition of reality to be more set in certainty therefore limiting my conscious life to definitions in themselves!
..I say focus on possibility and impossibility in infinite spectra..
To a child, the word impossible does not yet apply.."
A Man, pale , red hair short and parted. He has red stubble à la mode, deep green eyes and a black button down shirt. His mouth has fallen half open. A woman, fair, sandy blond curly hair, permed. She's chewing gum behind glossy red lips and rebel rebel brand make-up. She has piercing pale silver blue eyes that are wide open.. And blank. She too is staring at me.
What was I saying? Something about dreams.
Oh yeah,
"And dreams, as far as I know, are all about the infinites.." I say as I flail my arms out drunkenly in an involved swirl.
"..And the imagination to explore them."
I spill beer and they stare.
And once again I'm amazed of the amount of trash I can throw up when I really get into it
They start talking and I fade out
I let the black body of night over take me.
And the blackness shines it's darkness on me.
And I become part of the night sky.
I always hear people saying that life is taking them nowhere. In the backseat of a car driven by a leader and passengered with a job and a paycheck. Their elbows heavy on the swollen knees staring hard at passing trees. They move... But never leave.
But leaving is though..
But I always felt still life was prechewed.
And I know
I said I'd never let you down.
And I know
I said I'd always be around.
But you know
I could never sit still.
At least not too long.
Because,
Still I have this curse
An itch that must be bled dry.
Still I feel it gets worse
to sit still is to slowly die.
Stuck in between never,
forever, and an existence
I dont want to lead,
All that I am is all that I know.
All that I see cries cap tiv it ty
and Still, I know,
I must be free.
I light a cigarette
and as I surrender to it
I call the morning sun to rise early.
And with a puff puff and a sit
things get real slick as i kick up my legs
and stare off into the black body of night.
The Earth is faraway
along with it's words
and it's conscious beings..
And the mind clears
and the eyes open
and I call the morning child to rise early.
Existence becomes one universal moment
One wave of meanings
and made up words
and inner being.
I set the night afire
As the morning child rises early.
And in between it all i take drags,
and I've been told that life's a gas,
but i've always fueled my own ride.
...Created 2009-09-06 04:07:00 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] |
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