Alien Landscape

dreams. inconsistent angel things.

it was just a dream. i forced myself back to slumber at least three times between 8 to 11am to return. but i am coarse earth-matter. they are ethereal dream things. still, i was so happy. all i want is to see once more, touch and lull them in urgent whispers of how i love and pine for them like i do no other on this plane.

primitive like the rest of my crude kind, i courted uselessly and needlessly. seduced. coaxed. enticed. charmed. then evaded with flair. all i had to do was show. let my boldness and blatant nature be the evidence of my sad obsession.

our lifetimes may last at least 50 years with the advancement of science. but dreams. they dissipate in hours, minutes, seconds, moments. i should've known. i should've shouted it and embraced them like i never could in this life before all cease to exist.

get a life you'd say. yeah. i'll bet another weekend of soda-guzzling and passive smoking will land me in a higher state of self esteem. little people with little respect for dreams. the unconscious plane holds as much power as the waking world. what do you know? do you dream like i do? do you lie to yourself like i do?

you know nothing. you think what your eyes see is everything there is. it is what your mind sees that measures what you know. your eyes are only a matter of reference.

oh what am i going on about. there is much to do tomorrow. i must retire. enough of this self indulgence.
Posted by NHJ 6/13/2006 01:51:00 am

Tuesday, June 13, 2006