she's got me trapped
Pics from the other night like I promised..
ha Esteban getting it on with Gino
Don't worry guys..that^ is by no means, in any possible way, and ridiculously unlikely a picture of me passed out..
just celebrating man...definitely good times
I've never really feared sleep before. It's usually my most anticipated part of the day. Feeling those soft sheets and cloudy pillows encompass every inch of fatigue is simply...bliss. Well, at least it used to be. My favorite part of sleep has always been to dream. Dreams of successful endeavors to the impossible, the usual "dream girl" that always appears but doesn't exist...I mean the list can go on with amazing things without boundaries or limits to this world. But, they've all seemed to disappear. In fact, I havn't truly dreamt in a while. Only of one..the same one. An ongoing, repeating dream that takes me to the same place, same people, same outcome, everytime. What's most uncomfortable is that it's not even a dream at all. It's of no imagination, no uniqueness, nothing of an original matter. Rather, a slide show of memories. A series of pictures played endlessly from the time my eyes close to the moment they open. And their the pictures a person faces down, pictures a person throws away in a drawer, pictures a person would burn permanently from their memory for relief. Sleep, for me, is no longer many hours of wonder and mental art, but one night of ghosts from the past. lol it's kinda funny when I think about it..sounds crazy huh? ah well I'm sure it'll be gone soon. I'll stop procrastinating and just go to bed..goodnight:)