Damnit, I dream pretty dreams. I dream of places not so perfect, not so beautiful, but they're my dreams, so damn it they're beautiful. When suddenly a flourescent light is no longer harsh, but simply exotic and stark.
Thank God for the Mountain Goats.
Dreams...I walk through dreams when I walk at night in the quiet neighborhood behind me. The full moon creates a new world...a half world where things unique exist. Take your lover outside on those nights...hopefully crisp and cold and your exposed breath can comingle in ways you pray or wish or hope that you bind with them in embrace or in passion.
I walk and live in my dreams now. Not because they outstrip my reality, but they highlight the reality I don't love with my common eyes. Here the world is fallible and lazy and full of its own accomplishments. There, the world stops...I'm still happy and friends are still friends and lovers are still lovers and being born doesn't seem so drastic anymore.
Thank God for the Mountain Goats.
Dreams...I walk through dreams when I walk at night in the quiet neighborhood behind me. The full moon creates a new world...a half world where things unique exist. Take your lover outside on those nights...hopefully crisp and cold and your exposed breath can comingle in ways you pray or wish or hope that you bind with them in embrace or in passion.
I walk and live in my dreams now. Not because they outstrip my reality, but they highlight the reality I don't love with my common eyes. Here the world is fallible and lazy and full of its own accomplishments. There, the world stops...I'm still happy and friends are still friends and lovers are still lovers and being born doesn't seem so drastic anymore.