a dream encased in memories

It scares me that I can't remember. What is life but a collection of memories. If I can't remember memories how can I live life? That's why pictures are so important. They can trigger memories. Scents do that, too. But the images that flicker in my mind have already slipped through the sands of time. They are irretrievable. Done. Finito. Life is cruel.

a dream in the stream of consciousness

I feel the most alone when I'm surrounded by people. I know it's cliche but it's true. These people are...insubstantial. They're the plastic film on a kraft cheese square. It's like I'm in high school again. A high school of cheese...ha ha What would I be? The brie? Maybe this James Joyce fellow's got it right. a bunch of kraft cheese squares and some warm brie. They're the attention seekers hey look at me i'm a billion dollar company founded on crappy cheese. i think i'm going insane. or maybe it's the ben and jerry's. but seriously why am i always B and others act like A's. i'm a damn A+ but nooo she follows the rules and actually does her hw and cares about her education. do i think i'm better? probably; most people do

a dream of a blank page

The beauty of a blank page. The immensity of it. The thickness; the lightness. Rich with possibilities. The candle's flickering flame alights the page in an uncertain, wavering way. The pen's intrusive touch breaks the sanctity of the wholeness. And yet it sends ever-expanding ripples across the smooth surface.

a dreamer says goodbye to the handsome man

You never expect your boyfriend to have an expiration date stamped on your relationship. You don't expect him to call you incompatible or "two different people." You can't believe he doesn't care about the things you say -- apparently they're insubstantial. It's like he just woke up one day and thought hmm I don't like my girlfriend anymore. I deserve someone who respects me. Who cares about what I have to say. Who enjoys my company. Who doesn't start this conversation over text. Who doesn't expect to "hook up" after he breaks up with me. Who brings passion to the relationship. Who doesn't attack my personality or lifestyle choices. Who doesn't make me feel insubstantial or unintelligent. Who adores me. So goodbye.

a dream in the comfort of a handsome man

The lean, taut muscles of the handsome man. The feeling of security and serenity. The rushing heartbeat ebbing softer, paralleling the progress of the breathing. The gentle fingers running through the graceful hair. The lean, taut muscles.