Another morning

Have you ever woken up from a dream that seemed so real that when you DO actually wake up, for the next 3 minutes your mind can't really comprehend reality?  It's almost like your dream was the reality and waking up was the dream...  It's a scary thought if you actually think about it.

This made me cry.  I definitely do think about these sort of things, whereas I feel most people after the relationship has ended reflect back on it and wish "Why couldn't I have done more?"

I scry into the future and see what is coming, which is why when I look at whatever relationship (human or otherwise) sometimes I get weird and emotional, because I know how the untimely ending is coming in a timely fashion.

A stir

This passage is an excerpt from "Aish's Chronicle".  It's a collection of short stories following Aish's travels and journeys as he learns more about himself and the universe.  Without further ado...

A Whiter Shade of Pale

I could get lost in this

When the hell did I get so god damn old?

:(

I wake up dreaming of you and I call it a nightmare.

How I often feel

This air

This air only comes in the dead of night.  Gone for so long and never to be felt, only to reappear in the dead of night, with your mind sailing aimlessly through its own ocean of memories and waves of thought.  This air comes for you and caresses you while your mind is preoccupied charting the its stars of faded dreams and clouds of thoughts.

This air, a gentle zephyr, guides your ship astray, pushes and pulls it off course into uncharted territories. The tides in your mind begin to shift in subtle ways, the ebb and flow of your ocean of memories draw you closer to a place you had sailed away from.  This air... so subtle and pervasive steers you away from the aimless course of your stargazing to a sea you had sailed from long ago.

You draw your sails, you steer the boat away from the breeze, but you keep drifting closer.  Ever closer.

This air only comes in the dead of night.  Gone for so long and never to be felt, rolling down like a slow fog coming to envelope you and guide you back to where you belong.