I wrote it this morning...

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Once in a lifetime, a change takes place: clichés come alive; spirits descend into cups filled with rainwater; negatives become the opposite of positive. Eyes reflecting the… moonlight? Nothing so kind as a word from the jail. Whoever went in didn’t come out. All the times I made promises, and now I can only look up and stare at my shoes’ soles. Something from the jail’s cooked fish lets me know. The bulging eyes look to the north - I follow the coastline, the seam of the ocean. I don’t know what I search for, except that I know it’s been alive before; it’s been better expressed before.

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good times in Dreamland

I had another dream with LJ friends, two nights ago. Forgot to mention it yesterday... in fact, I don't remember much of it. I woke up in the middle of the night and thought "ah, what a cool dream! I'm going to write it down in the morning!" Then I proceeded to fall asleep again and forget it all.

I dreamt with atouchsensitive, medium and roguejournal...

very cool! (Dilva, why are you in my dreams so much? It's the third time... is this because I have black guys listed as one of my interests? Are you trying to bump into Dennis Rodman again?)

*LOL*