| a thousand dreams of you and me. |
[23. May, 2009 | 09:49 pm] |
working late, indulging in my guilty pleasure music. the kind that reminds me how much i always wanted to fall in love with a poet, a tortured artist, a something or another who takes me back to all the little parts of me that have been so scattered recently.
i do this when i'm alone. i dig into my past and i re-read the words and the moments that turned me into this moment in time. i (apparently) have strange dreams about an actor at our company right now, and i think about calling sean back after a series of silly text messages the other night.
and the bright side of all of this is something i forgot the mention the other day when i was lamenting this frustrating and creative-less period in my life. i forgot to say... that i know already what comes next. if this time is anything like the last time i was stuck poring my brains out over hours and weeks of the kind of work that breaks me down, then the next chapter could just be the reawakening i've needed for a long time now. i'm already feeling restless, anxious to run and breathe and try new things. everything that happened last time was magical, and it was tremendous. i won't hold my breath, but i will look forward to whatever may come. it's no mistake that earlier today, walking through the cold, grey streets i love so much, i couldn't stop remembering everything about the person i was three years ago.
and I, I'm over-joyed
and I'm, I'm over-loved
and I'm feeling lucky like a little boy
who's hiding under cover
and looking to discover
every way to play the part inside this darkened cave
the meaning of life, well it starts at the nightlight
close your eyes and I hope you see mine
and I've, well I've seen a thousand things in one place
but I stopped my counting when I saw your face
erasing memory, well I feel as though I've never seen a face before
until I saw your eyes
and they're smiling back at me through my tears
I've been counting all these years, oh
suddenly the thousand things I've seen were nothing more than dreams
of you and me
you and me
quietly at a standstill now
fortunately you will, well you'll kiss me, I will
I will kiss you back
oh the fact of the matter is
and I don't know what the latter is, oh no way
see, I've always wanted to kiss you
but I, I always wanted to run from you
because I've always wanted to miss you
and I, always wanted to comfort you
see I'd love to comfort you
but first thing I’d say to you is baby
"how do you do?"
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