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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.

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