Sunday, March 12, 2006

It's those dreams you dream all along the edge of waking up, like swimming on top of the water but with your face underneath so you can't breathe. When you finally come up for air, you have no ability to reenter reality and you find your self in the direct opposite state of where you were before. It's all because of the incongruous mix of your past, your present, and your increasingly uncertain future. And after losing precious moments trying to disentangle what you know is a memory from what you hope is neither memory nor prophecy, it becomes much more profitable to simply take a shower. Unfortunately, no amount of toothpaste can vanquish the morning breath in your mind. So the whole day becomes the needless venture of attempting to remain afloat when all that was necessary for regaining control is to stand up.

1 comment:

deb said...

You stand up and I'll stand with you!