Friday, November 19, 2010

Day 46: "When I cannot sing my heart, I can only speak my mind."

Dreams.
The nighttime kind.
They can really do a number on your mood the next day, can’t they?
The bad ones pop in and out of your memory like flashbacks.
But the really good ones… well those might be worse to have.
Unlike a nightmare, there is no comfort in knowing it was all just a dream.
Because if given the choice, this one you would stay asleep for.
Everything was just the way you wanted it to be, if not better.
And it felt incredible.
Like your heart was bursting; your mind was on fire.
But now you’re awake.
It wasn’t real.
And you have to come to that realization all over again.
As you glance around your bedroom, hazily.
You close your eyes to try to find it. But it’s gone.
And it stains the day various shades of melancholy.
So you listen to the White Album.
Because it always makes you feel better.

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