there's just something about a night with you on my mind
its like i can still feel you with me
the smell of your hair right after you got out of the shower
the way my hand fit on the small of your back

Dreams - D.H. Lawrence

all people dream, but not equally.
those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds
wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
for they dream their dreams with open eyes,
and make them come true.

there was something almost scary about how empty her eyes were.

there was no love or joy.

no anger or sadness.

just an empty ocean of green and blue.

My eyes are closed right now.
I'm laying on my couch.
The lights are off.
The music is low.
Deep breaths in and out.

The world moves in ways I don't even pretend to understand.

It's like a see-saw.
A yin and a yang.
As one moves up, the other moves down.
There's balance in it, though.
There is no tipping over.
There is a bottom, followed by a slow, steady rise up.
There is a peak followed by its inevitable drop back down.

It's about trying to makesure the good outweighs the bad.

....

on a completely unrelated note... I thnk I finally realized what My Type is... I dig smart chicks.
Scientists are sexy.
There's just something about a chick with a passion for what she does...
and and someone who wants to make more of this world, whether its through creation or discovery or understnading...
someone who can speak
and write
and listen
and understand....
That's what I'm looking for.
and if she's cute too... well...t hat's just even better....
...
looking forward to the future.

Worlds Apart

I would follow you from Maine to Spain

Even thought I know it ain't sane

The fire in my heart's fueled by propane

And all it needed was a little light

When you came by it was love at first sight

Now I think about you ever day and night

Even though I know it ain't right

...

She wakes up periodically and tells me to slow down, she doesn't like it when I drive this fast. As soon as she falls back asleep, I press my foot gradually down on the accelerator. I pick up speed slowly, a sudden acceleration would wake her up in a heartbeat. She doesn't even realize that the reason I'm speeding is because I'm tired. So tired.

Everything around me is becoming a blur and I just want to be home and in our bed. My bed. Any bed. She sleeps and dreams about tomorrow, while I drive and think about today. Things have changed between us. She doesn't see it because, well, she's asleep. I never saw it before because I just didn't want to. I chose to live my life with blinders on.

...

Everyone makes mistakes, but I don't think I'll ever understand why you had to be mine.

Sometimes I dream that I'm falling
or that I'm failing.
Sometimes I dream that I'm in Mexico
in a mariacci band.
I reach out to feed the wolves
as they nip away on my hand.
Chasing.
Chased.
Sometimes I dream like I'm falling
that I'm failing
And I'm just waiting for this dream to end.

i watch them walk
hand in hand