Dream...
Everything...
fits...
tonight.
Everything makes sense, without making any sense at all. All the strangeness seems perfectly natural.
Like a dream, perhaps.
I saw the rabbits again.
Recently two of our rabbits died. They were named Peter and Pongo. Peter was all black, and Pongo was spotted black and white, like a dalmation. I didn't really care for either of them.
It started one Sunday morning, on the way to church. I saw two rabbits huddled together in our neighbor's field where the spotted foal lives. I thought at that time, that I was hallucintating.. because one was black and the other spotted black and white. I see them every night now, coming home from work. Normally it kind of freaks me out, cause I know it's NOT Peter and Pongo, but it's such a coincidence...
Not tonight though. It fit so perfectly. It made so much sense. Like how the whole house smells like bananna cream pie.
I can't describe it.. not in logical words anyway. It's a feeling... an emotion.. so far beyond the grasp of consciousness that it could never be shared with another person.
It's like dreaming... or maybe drowning...
Maybe nothing is real...
Or, everything else is... and I'm not...
Whatever this feeling is...
it's cheaper than drugs. heh.
Oh well.
Maybe if I get some sleep, I'll wake up and actually be awake.
~Raiven Angel~
fits...
tonight.
Everything makes sense, without making any sense at all. All the strangeness seems perfectly natural.
Like a dream, perhaps.
I saw the rabbits again.
Recently two of our rabbits died. They were named Peter and Pongo. Peter was all black, and Pongo was spotted black and white, like a dalmation. I didn't really care for either of them.
It started one Sunday morning, on the way to church. I saw two rabbits huddled together in our neighbor's field where the spotted foal lives. I thought at that time, that I was hallucintating.. because one was black and the other spotted black and white. I see them every night now, coming home from work. Normally it kind of freaks me out, cause I know it's NOT Peter and Pongo, but it's such a coincidence...
Not tonight though. It fit so perfectly. It made so much sense. Like how the whole house smells like bananna cream pie.
I can't describe it.. not in logical words anyway. It's a feeling... an emotion.. so far beyond the grasp of consciousness that it could never be shared with another person.
It's like dreaming... or maybe drowning...
Maybe nothing is real...
Or, everything else is... and I'm not...
Whatever this feeling is...
it's cheaper than drugs. heh.
Oh well.
Maybe if I get some sleep, I'll wake up and actually be awake.
~Raiven Angel~