November 2, 2002
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***changing skins…and thoughts as well. old skin and old thoughts smell bad, they need to be removed and replaced from time to time. Listening to Maná…
Late start and I’m lovin’ it. When given enough time to sleep, I am definitely a morning person. I can see it already, awoken by the sun rays gliding across white sheets, getting up without hitting any snooze buttons, drag my feet across the floor to the wide windows, feel the early morning breeze…over and over, and begin again. I’ll make my tea with a kettle, check my mail , delete the junkmail before coming to notes from him, the kettle then will scream and I’ll run to the kitchen and pour it into my green tea mug. How lovely life would be…and I’ll spend the rest of the day, writing, until maybe some friend comes over, and we’ll watch a movie…
Dreams. Dreams are beautiful. They are the vitamin pills of my life. They keep me grounded, and yet ungrounded at the same time. How I love…how I would love…but can life be like that? So curse the realist. Happiness is so hard to attain, so relentless, sometimes if feels like I have to rip it apart with my teeth, only to realize that’s all I’ve done, ripped it apart. Maybe I will forever live in dreams, and ten years from now on, I’ll have nothing. But we’ll see, won’t we, o worthy reader. Check me out in ten years, say hello, see where I’m at, see what I have to say
Shy
Comments (8)
What is reality if not a dream?
Thanks for putting thelights back.
” How lovely life would be…and I’ll spend the rest of the day, writing, until maybe some friend comes over, “
your writing Shy makes me think of the Cantic of Cantics in the Bible . Needing of love . Do you know ? I think . If not , read it . It expresses what you feel .
Love
Michel
…it has taken me awhile to get here by way of Mana. Thanks for the link.
MuSe
…was pulled in with your opening statement of changing skins. Just finished writing a comment to Morgane pertaining to same thought.
…mmm, love your version of morning – leaving out “life would be” – and perfection remains. Think there is much wisdom in learning to recognize the random moments of perfection to unfetted joy. An exact moment will not come again best to cherish.
…excellent post – filled with thought provoking my own. Amiss am I to point to perfection. I apologize. Each road unique as the traveler.
MuSe
seu site ficou bem legal!!!
BJOS
hi, I really liked this background. I miss you…
kisses, Shê
I’m loving the new skin too!!
I’m so not a mornign person . .. i need sleep!