(no subject)
this life is a vague second.
compared to the attempts of other lifetimes to attain.
the now.
we are everything we have hoped to be.
we are everything we have worked for.
we are everything we allow ourselves to be.
buckle down.
we are the designers of our own fate.
and we will be the ones.
to attempt the impossible.
buckle down.
my friends.
we are the revolution.
i hear you.
over and over.
like a worn out record.
something kinda homey.
and at the same time.
ready at any moment to give way.
to exhaustion.
i dream of this house of a hill.
there are kids playing in the front yard.
there is a white picket fence.
kids are loud.
the house is white and kinda stiff.
it goes up.
kinda like a methodist church.
the house is on top of a hill.
and there are what looks like fig trees lining the fence.
i am there.
my mom is there.
i am young.
probably 7 or 8.
my mom is acting like she is enjoying herself.
i am quiet.
i also dream of this city home.
i am a man.
i am a writer.
i write while looking out the second story.
at a power line.
and a small city bridge to my left.
the building looks like either a really old house.
or a really old upstairs apartment.
i am really sad.
a kind of lost love, kinda sad.
there is an older woman that lives with me.
she is my grandma or something.
but i dont pay much attention to her.
i just look out the window.
another dream goes like this.
i am a man.
i live with this girl in the city.
we are in love.
completely.
we both laugh alot.
and giggle alot too.
we both have a sense of being together that is magnetic.
there is a brick road right in front of our upstairs apartment.
we own a bike or something.
but we walk alot.
we both are drunk.
she is walking off laughing.
i am laughing following her.
we both dissappear around a brick wall.
the brick wall has ivy growing over it.
the air is kinda dark.
and kinda rainy.
but not gloomy.
i am happy in this dream.
in this lifetime.
completely young and vital and happy.
(i remember dreaming this and watching us both walk away and then stairing down at the red brick. i still see it clearily,)
(i always look for these houses in reality) ((these dreams are reaccuring))
compared to the attempts of other lifetimes to attain.
the now.
we are everything we have hoped to be.
we are everything we have worked for.
we are everything we allow ourselves to be.
buckle down.
we are the designers of our own fate.
and we will be the ones.
to attempt the impossible.
buckle down.
my friends.
we are the revolution.
i hear you.
over and over.
like a worn out record.
something kinda homey.
and at the same time.
ready at any moment to give way.
to exhaustion.
i dream of this house of a hill.
there are kids playing in the front yard.
there is a white picket fence.
kids are loud.
the house is white and kinda stiff.
it goes up.
kinda like a methodist church.
the house is on top of a hill.
and there are what looks like fig trees lining the fence.
i am there.
my mom is there.
i am young.
probably 7 or 8.
my mom is acting like she is enjoying herself.
i am quiet.
i also dream of this city home.
i am a man.
i am a writer.
i write while looking out the second story.
at a power line.
and a small city bridge to my left.
the building looks like either a really old house.
or a really old upstairs apartment.
i am really sad.
a kind of lost love, kinda sad.
there is an older woman that lives with me.
she is my grandma or something.
but i dont pay much attention to her.
i just look out the window.
another dream goes like this.
i am a man.
i live with this girl in the city.
we are in love.
completely.
we both laugh alot.
and giggle alot too.
we both have a sense of being together that is magnetic.
there is a brick road right in front of our upstairs apartment.
we own a bike or something.
but we walk alot.
we both are drunk.
she is walking off laughing.
i am laughing following her.
we both dissappear around a brick wall.
the brick wall has ivy growing over it.
the air is kinda dark.
and kinda rainy.
but not gloomy.
i am happy in this dream.
in this lifetime.
completely young and vital and happy.
(i remember dreaming this and watching us both walk away and then stairing down at the red brick. i still see it clearily,)
(i always look for these houses in reality) ((these dreams are reaccuring))