and yet another
Started: Wednesday, March 13, 2002 04:43
Finished: Wednesday, March 13, 2002 05:21
will she call
is there hope for me
after all is said and done
anything at any price
all of this for you
all the spoils of a wasted life
all of this for you
My subconscious leads me on a journey, daring me to take the next step. Where will it end?
tired faith are worn and thin
for all we could have done
and all that could have been
ocean pulls me close
and whistpers in my ear
the destiny I've chose
all becoming clear
the currents have their say
the time is drawing near
it washes me away
it makes me disappear
as I descend from grace
in arms of undertow
i will take my place
in the Great Below
Another dream tonight. Nothing even resembling lucid, mostly incoherent, and many parts forgotten, I'm sure. But the impact....
I debate with myself whether I want to write here the few parts that are left vaguely in tact. A word? A phrase? Do I have enough confidence to think that I could even remember that much with any accuracy?
"..."
Bleh. So this is where I meet my limit? I can package into words all sorts of twisted perverse lunacy from the netherworld, but this morass of thoughts, memories, wishes, and reconciliations is too much to publish? Perhaps it is.
At the risk of provoking the gatekeepers of this well of eternal knowledge to cut me off, I'm going to withhold the bulk of what I remember seeing. But something must be shared. Something.
Just as I was about to leave, she turned to me. In that moment, a shared understanding of all that could have been, all that would never be, flashed between us. She smiled ruefully, and said [roughly translated], "You know you've been my hero for a long time now."