thekatsmeow

I had a nightmare last night. It was a bad one. The kind where I wake up and still hear and see things. Later on, I shake it off and know it can't be real. I was so sure this time, that this was the dream. It gets confusing. Morpheus and I play games.


In other news, I used my little Smokey Joe ghetto grill for the first time yesturday and burnt the shit out of my leg trying to slide the grill over. The steak was good though.

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

e.e.cummings