I dreamed of a game.
It was truly a dream for the colors shone with intrinsic light and even the air tasted sweet to my tongue.
I dreamed of a shrew.
A wicked woman, a fairy tale witch, she demanded from each of the players an accounting of our good deeds until the colors faded and our taste buds withered.
Trapped behind bars of vanity, chained with our own golden glory, we languished...
Until with thinly veiled courage, a word was spoken.
A word of freedom for all who knew perfection to be unattainable.
A word of defeat for the evil shrew who was compelled to release us to frolic in freedom.
I dreamed of Grace (Candyland style).

"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."
*Jack London

I woke up this morning with the weight of the world on my shoulders, the weight of my world. I long for it to be someone else’s lonely sorrow, but it is my own. So I weep bitterly from a broken heart I didn’t even know I had.

I love
who you make me
with your
love.

"I have found the paradox,
that if you love until it hurts,
there can be no more hurt,
only more love."
*Mother Teresa

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.

I have never known a love so passionate,
so profound.
I watch in captive silence
as the full extent of your beauty unfolds.