ghosts graze my temple with memories of kisses that sink through quicksand of my sluggish morning into this graveyard i hide entirely too close to the surface. you do not understand, and i can't tell you i push you away to shield your heart from similar ruin. i can, however, say i have placed mine somewhere secret and soft that i can apparently only find in my dreams.
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i've been dreaming lately. i mean, i always dream, but lately they have been one after another seemingly from the moment my eyes shut to the moment they pop open again. the last three nights have been filled with incredible ups and vicious lows as beautiful dreams were followed by something horrible. this morning i had a dream of what i'll only politely refer to as a romantic interlude with Kat Dennings. i awoke from that with a smile. when i drifted off again, i dreamed of something that made me wake with a sense of doom. it was almost suffocating and makes me wonder if i was right when i said when we dream we touch some other place. how else to explain how dreams can fill us with such elation and such despair? i know some of you will give me science and reason. i prefer to believe in magic.
ghost
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