Sunday, May 21, 2006
dream
aaaah... wicked silence...
ooooh... insane remembrance...
then i'll stay in the corner, you'll walk... i'll look the way you step away the room, you won't turn back... i'll jump from the window, i know you'll be somewhere else, i'll walk through the streets until i reach the woods and i get lost... with the stars above me i'll make a wish for each one i see, and i'll ask them, if they've seen you, i know you won't do the same, why would you do it? it's nonsense... well, it has some sense but i don't think you have the same idea as i do...
i'll climb the trees, i'll sleep while the branches hold me from the ground, dreaming of things that have not been but might be...
have you ever noticed how relative time can be? how long a single second can be when you're waiting for an answer? how short a whole day can be when you're having a great time? and then... you're dead... or it's over... is it really important to know what's happening after you die?... there are millions of people i'll never know but there's a few hundred i'll know... and from that group, i'll only remember even less
today, right before i woke up, i had this crazy dream, i was running down the hill where the hotel is... and i knew it was a dream, while i told to myself y my dream "it feels so real, i'd like i'd be real, but i know that by now there's no snow, and there should be people around now, at least a couple cars, and there's no one, and i'm running like if i'd be able to run away from reality and with some kind of magic i'd be able to stay there, but it didn't happened, i was running, without shoes, but didn't felt cold... i ran trying to find a familiar face, but the same line was on my mind "you know it's a dream" and i knew it... and i woke up... but i felt much better than the last month... i guess i was some kind of relieving of these wacky days i'm living by now... hell, now that i recall... it's better than having a "little house on the prairie"-like day... run and laugh... the monkey is on its way
ooooh... insane remembrance...
then i'll stay in the corner, you'll walk... i'll look the way you step away the room, you won't turn back... i'll jump from the window, i know you'll be somewhere else, i'll walk through the streets until i reach the woods and i get lost... with the stars above me i'll make a wish for each one i see, and i'll ask them, if they've seen you, i know you won't do the same, why would you do it? it's nonsense... well, it has some sense but i don't think you have the same idea as i do...
i'll climb the trees, i'll sleep while the branches hold me from the ground, dreaming of things that have not been but might be...
have you ever noticed how relative time can be? how long a single second can be when you're waiting for an answer? how short a whole day can be when you're having a great time? and then... you're dead... or it's over... is it really important to know what's happening after you die?... there are millions of people i'll never know but there's a few hundred i'll know... and from that group, i'll only remember even less
today, right before i woke up, i had this crazy dream, i was running down the hill where the hotel is... and i knew it was a dream, while i told to myself y my dream "it feels so real, i'd like i'd be real, but i know that by now there's no snow, and there should be people around now, at least a couple cars, and there's no one, and i'm running like if i'd be able to run away from reality and with some kind of magic i'd be able to stay there, but it didn't happened, i was running, without shoes, but didn't felt cold... i ran trying to find a familiar face, but the same line was on my mind "you know it's a dream" and i knew it... and i woke up... but i felt much better than the last month... i guess i was some kind of relieving of these wacky days i'm living by now... hell, now that i recall... it's better than having a "little house on the prairie"-like day... run and laugh... the monkey is on its way
# posted by Greta @ 19:17 
