Cold Chocolate Drink in a Jar
Feb. 1st, 2002 11:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinI am feeling fairly good this morning, despite the fact that my night was riddled with really strange and really intense dreams, all of which have dissipated in the diffuse bright light of a February morning.
One dream was something about talking to Scott, and him taking the length of his arm and whapping me in the head. Terrible. He was horrible mean in the dream, and I was all, "You are so not like this!" But he'd just smirk at me in the dream. In the meanwhile, in non-nightmare-land, he is sleeping peacefully next to me, warm and real and sweet, after being out of town for nearly two weeks.
I am feeling hunger for knowledge this week. I want to read and read and read and read. I want to see the dirty insides of people's souls, I want to find the imperfections of life and magnify them, glorify them, this is what keeps us all from going crazy, this evidence that we are not living in a Utopia, nor should we ever.
Grunge and unhappiness and evil. I can't let them get me down. I need to turn them around.
One dream was something about talking to Scott, and him taking the length of his arm and whapping me in the head. Terrible. He was horrible mean in the dream, and I was all, "You are so not like this!" But he'd just smirk at me in the dream. In the meanwhile, in non-nightmare-land, he is sleeping peacefully next to me, warm and real and sweet, after being out of town for nearly two weeks.
I am feeling hunger for knowledge this week. I want to read and read and read and read. I want to see the dirty insides of people's souls, I want to find the imperfections of life and magnify them, glorify them, this is what keeps us all from going crazy, this evidence that we are not living in a Utopia, nor should we ever.
Grunge and unhappiness and evil. I can't let them get me down. I need to turn them around.
