...and counting...

9/24/2003

 
Dreamers don't have eyelids
from 3/28/2003

I want time to slow down...
just for a few days.
I want this weekend to take a year.
I don't mind talking in slow motion.
I just would like a second to catch my breath.
Is that allowed?

I don't want the time to waste it.
I don't want the time to sleep in.
I want to do something great.
For once,
I'd like to tell my dreams when to end.
The thing about dreams...
is that they never allow you to close your eyes.

I don't want a second to pause and wonder.
I want to wonder as I continue to stroll along.
I want to get out of this chair,
well, if this is all I can write.
Who can say redundant?
I can.
I do it all the time.

This is no sense of emotion.
I'm not capturing sensation.
I want to see a rare flower bloom,
even if that last only five seconds.
Those seconds will last years.

Now that I've caught my breath
I think I'll retire for the night
I hope this message
makes sense to me in the morning
I hope it isn't unintelligible jibberish.