"you must be hidden from view."
I wish I didn't remember my dreams. Lately, they only make me homesick for places I may never see again, sick with desire for people who are lost to the past.
Which is a pity, because I had such a good day yesterday.
I went for a good long hike in the morning, saw more swallowtail butterflies than I could count, and got so lost in contemplation that I nearly fell off the trail. Then I saw Jay Ray play his own music for the first time, and it was brilliant, and made me want to be beautiful enough to be worthy of song, to have my simpleist movements be immortalized in poetry. Then we made new friends and seduced them over eggplant curry and vegan ice cream. And I fell asleep deeply in love with Dave Eggars, with a strange desire to have a spontaneous adventure fueled by raw, youthful hubris.
Which is a pity, because I had such a good day yesterday.
I went for a good long hike in the morning, saw more swallowtail butterflies than I could count, and got so lost in contemplation that I nearly fell off the trail. Then I saw Jay Ray play his own music for the first time, and it was brilliant, and made me want to be beautiful enough to be worthy of song, to have my simpleist movements be immortalized in poetry. Then we made new friends and seduced them over eggplant curry and vegan ice cream. And I fell asleep deeply in love with Dave Eggars, with a strange desire to have a spontaneous adventure fueled by raw, youthful hubris.