like tar

2003-05-10, 12:46 a.m.

the eveining drips with a cool flow, into the basin i am watching little bits catch on the edge and form like drops of water. slow and rhyhmic is the head swaying, back, forth, in and out of axis. close the eyes to type my vision, and curl my cold fingers to write the abstract emotion that has no words. i started a dream journal and wow, you really remember your dreams well when you do that. suppose i should get to sleep, but think: in the dream you are only your dream self, yet you think- you are sure- that it's you in that dream. we live outside of ourselves for so long in our life, and most never realize it.