Such pretty words...
Late nights are the worst. But its better than sleeping. I keep having these dreams. Like, if i explained everything, you'd suddenly understand what i could never tell you all alone. Or if i let you know everything i know now, you'd hold me. It would be like letting out long, too drawn out breath that we've been holding for weeks. No one should get worked up, i dont actually believe this is a remote possibility. However, i dream it, which indicates something about my subconscious. Apparently, it is very very foolish.
I still feel sad more often than i should. Feelings are funny things-the way they change so fast or never existed in the first place. Somehow, i find some sort of comfort in the extinguished possibilities. Trying to grasp the infinite would eventually drive one mad.
Oh, along the line of the confining nature of infinite possibilities, there is this line in a song that goes "sleeping under plastic stars glued to the ceiling." Something to do with the illusory nature of dreams and ambitions, i suppose. I really liked that line. Funny enough, my past two boyfriends both had glow-in-the-dark stars on their bedroom ceiling. So, whenever we slept together we had that hanging over our heads. We could look up at a cluster of plastic and pretend we saw the Big Dipper. Of course, it wasn't really the Big Dipper, but you already knew that. I'm rambling and its nothing, its nothing, its nothing.
I still feel sad more often than i should. Feelings are funny things-the way they change so fast or never existed in the first place. Somehow, i find some sort of comfort in the extinguished possibilities. Trying to grasp the infinite would eventually drive one mad.
Oh, along the line of the confining nature of infinite possibilities, there is this line in a song that goes "sleeping under plastic stars glued to the ceiling." Something to do with the illusory nature of dreams and ambitions, i suppose. I really liked that line. Funny enough, my past two boyfriends both had glow-in-the-dark stars on their bedroom ceiling. So, whenever we slept together we had that hanging over our heads. We could look up at a cluster of plastic and pretend we saw the Big Dipper. Of course, it wasn't really the Big Dipper, but you already knew that. I'm rambling and its nothing, its nothing, its nothing.