dolorous interludes.

"such dreams are made of the stuff and fluff" i remember someone once wrote for me. such dreams i hold onto nightly, silently cradling them in my arms, and them pushing me deeper into the romanceful lilac skies that i create for myself. i create them you see. these thoughts are oft so self reinforcing like limestone depressions. you cave them in, water falls(like words), and the cave is deepened. such dreamers we are, you and i, yet the world has not a place for us. my heart is heavy, but here i cannot write to express this bagful of tainted jewels; my hopes are bringing me nowhere, and today i will walk the greener pastures.

posted by voyeur @ 10/20/2003 01:28:00 PM