white chocolate malt
Sunday, May 6, 2007
I was dreaming. Slightly. That's possible, right? Somewhere in between the borders of consciousness and entering sleep, the part where everything is blurry. It's quite short, really, but that's the part where people remember the most, at least I think so.
So anyway, that part. I'm walking. Then I realize I'm walking on nothing, and just like those silly cartoons where they realize they're running beyond the edges of the cliff, I fall right down, though I don't feel it, I only see my clothing and my hair being ruffled angrily by the wind, which comes from god knows where. Before I knew it, I had already stopped, at least the animation of me falling had stopped, and I was walking again. I know I'm not walking on anything, but I'm not falling, so I guess I'm walking on something black. I was surprised when things started to grow from what's left of my trail. It was obscure, but nothing out of the ordinary, at least, in a dream. When I turned around to follow my previous trail, it became black again. Then I fall through a hole, and I still don't feel like I'm falling.
This time, you caught me. So I said, Fuck you, and I let go.
smiled at the sun again @ 1:40 PM,
