Some sleeping willows, in some place with no time, have stopped asking questions to the deep and silent night. And now, instead, they roam and in they wanderings they ponder and reckon...Now, they collect and feed on the dreams left behind by some oblivious passer by. So when the tints of blue begin to fall and filter through the stars and when the murky mist begins to rise, these sleeping willows covered in silver and white, they come to my window to whisper me lullabies...

Saturday, 11 October 2008

Did I not?

Woke up at 3 a.m this morning with no recollection of what I had been dreaming, with a slight feeling of anxiety and not really knowing where I was. With so many possibilities...
In the end nothing really had changed I was lying on my couch just like the night before (and I can't remember how many before that one).
I will eventually convince myself that this is better than that other place we were living in. I know in time I will end up admitting that certainty is not always the best option. In the meantime I'll just write even if it's only so I won't forget...

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