To really admit that one is sad. When you have no pressing matters for the morrow. No clues to piece together...nothing to solve. Just a mind gone free with nothing but time...it really is ok isn't it. It isn't weak, it isn't stifling...just really really human. It makes me smile to write about how sad I feel...it makes me happy to know that in the midst of all the darkness I'm surrounded by, my inner man can still see beauty in something...even in sadness. Oh how human, oh how beautiful it is to feel something other than urgency, suspense or frustration. Count your blessings folks...and smile. I am sad. This man feels and acknowledges just how incomplete he really is...and it's ok.
A beautiful friend spoke to me of love today...one I havent seen in a while...
"Have me" says the king. "Have me for dinner, have me for breakfast...and then awaken to find your dinner laying beside you. So very still...and ready"..."Have me" whispers the king as the tear of solice gently hits his pillow...
What a dream...a beautiful dream turned horrid nightmare. What makes it a nightmare? The fact that I had to wake up to a harsh reality... it was all just a dream.
A beautiful friend spoke to me of love today...one I havent seen in a while...
"Have me" says the king. "Have me for dinner, have me for breakfast...and then awaken to find your dinner laying beside you. So very still...and ready"..."Have me" whispers the king as the tear of solice gently hits his pillow...
What a dream...a beautiful dream turned horrid nightmare. What makes it a nightmare? The fact that I had to wake up to a harsh reality... it was all just a dream.
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