Some days I feed entirely on emotions. Today I'm on the hunt for food.
The emotional hunger is coming on again. Like a vampiric bloodlust; only satiable by certain things. The little impulses are starting to take shape and take over. It's just a little shift in the psyche. If it weren't for the cloudy weather and wind I'd be a lost cause for sure. It's like a certain chaos held in check by rational thought. (Socrates would be proud.) I guess all I need is a little contact, a little love. A hug form some one I love.
There's no time right now though. This thing called "school" keeps me bound close to home and work. And thedreams do nothing but reiterate what I already know and tease the hunger into causing greater pangs.
Is the possibility of a distinct realm of dreams so inconcivable that it is impossible?
The emotional hunger is coming on again. Like a vampiric bloodlust; only satiable by certain things. The little impulses are starting to take shape and take over. It's just a little shift in the psyche. If it weren't for the cloudy weather and wind I'd be a lost cause for sure. It's like a certain chaos held in check by rational thought. (Socrates would be proud.) I guess all I need is a little contact, a little love. A hug form some one I love.
There's no time right now though. This thing called "school" keeps me bound close to home and work. And thedreams do nothing but reiterate what I already know and tease the hunger into causing greater pangs.
Is the possibility of a distinct realm of dreams so inconcivable that it is impossible?
fallfromgrace:
well, if you just now conceived of it, it can't be so inconceivable. 