Sunday, April 27, 2008
dont blink now
where you at
its something else
in too deep
or long way side
dont let it make no difference
to how we ride
Random thought: my dreams always make perfect sense while I am in them, no matter how magical, frightening, inspirational, impossible. What happens when I wake up is, the details quickly slip, like water in cupped hands. The feeling lingers at first, like the many times I jolt awake from dreams of falling, or that one time I woke up crying because I dreamt something astounding (I know it must be GOD) changed my life. Within seconds this feeling will fade, and reality crashes in, melting the details, smearing the vividity. Finally all I have left is a memory of the feeling. In the end it doesn't matter. With exceptional cases that make for good small talk, no one really wants to hear about another person's dream.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
balderdash, much
Atonement is the saddest movie I've come to watch so far. Terrible, good. Does that make me a saddist? I'm really not, but it is undeniable that sadness touches my heart, at least if not people's in general, more than joy. I guess appreciation is key. What is riches without knowing what its like to have to scrouge; What are our achievements without the memory of slogging it out, and times we almost gave up but didn't; What is love, without the obstacles, or without the pining, missing? It would all be meaningless. I miss nigel.
Mmm, so much for distracting myself while waiting for dinner.
Friday, April 04, 2008
grand enough for this
So I read The Five People You Meet in Heaven and watched The Bucket List and I think it would be nice to be old. For starters, it means you've outlived disease and accidental death so far. Then there's the liberation from society's restraints, and somehow you are excused from having to live under public glare, self-imposed or not. Anyway, at such an age, you are either consumed by all the guilt, regret and anger built up through your years, or you are incredibly optimistic, having seen life, found an understanding and learned to flow with it. There is none of the hurry that young people are always in, no heady irrational energy. Finally, old couples really give us hope, don't they :) I want to be an old lady one day, happy and in love.
The Halfway Song glass-hero'... in your eyes
my soul unravels,
these words they come undone
and all I know
is I love you'
