:: Monday, August 05, 2002 ::

”I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours…” (Bob Dylan)

Current mood: Mocha-fudge ice cream topped with melted peanut butter
Sweet thoughts on a sky-blue background… 4 hours of sleep are so much more pleasant than 8; half as much to weigh you down as you awake. Unmet friends are lovely. Brick walls are only molecules of color - I could slip right through. I’m so glad that I’m me.
No words choking through a labyrinth of brain and body. Just me. Impulses, fleeting thoughts, “paper fairy wings” soaring through the space between… Wind that is a kiss where sunbeams failed… Possessed by a luscious whirlwind caught up in a dreamy afternoon lull… I feel like meeting Peter Pan today, everyday, flying with him forever into youth and adventure.
Have you ever craved for someone to notice the little things about you? That your nails are of perfectly identical length, that your eyes have glints of turquoise when the sun is just right, that your elbows are extra smooth, that your shoes coordinate with your eyeshadow?
I hope for each of you that your day is pristinely beautiful and light-years away from the beaten path.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 1:02 PM :: + ::