indeed i'm a kid in a candy shop. all kinds of colours and brilliance fill my eyes and blind my sight momentarily. A little excitement bubbles and goes "pop" with a delighted squeal. My thoughts today kept drifting back to the rainy afternoon yesterday with RL Boy and the bossa nova music streaming into my ears. yet i remember within my soul all was absolutely quiet, thick with tranquility. What a languid state of existence that felt strangely alive. I remember congratulating myself for the detachment and existential peace. That i was dreaming. That finally i was fulfilling my destiny as a dreamer.
When will i stop dreaming? or should i ask will i ever? My life is starting to seem to be a series of rose-coloured dreams, sweet and perfect, but seldom lasting at the break of dawn. Dawn comes early or later, but when it comes, it's almost always time to dream another dream. Each better than the next, so i'm not sure if i should complain. If only i had a dream catcher to capture the moment once and for all.
When will i stop dreaming? or should i ask will i ever? My life is starting to seem to be a series of rose-coloured dreams, sweet and perfect, but seldom lasting at the break of dawn. Dawn comes early or later, but when it comes, it's almost always time to dream another dream. Each better than the next, so i'm not sure if i should complain. If only i had a dream catcher to capture the moment once and for all.