The Mystery..

I am jarred awake from my trance-like state by the presence of another person.
Every sense is much more intensely itself.
It reminds me of a place I've never been.
A home I have never seen.

Nothing is the same but everything is familiar.
I want to remain and uncover the mystery.
That is our destiny.
Where the dream never ends.

...

"I had a dream I disappeared."

"Believe me, if you did, I would come find you."

On Love and War..

The allies have surrounded.
The battle is won.
The war is over.
The evidence has been eradicated.
Scorched earth remains.

There is peace.

He said ..

"When you are in Chicago, I look out my window and if the earth were flat, you would be right there."

Us

We are because you are so quietly confident that we can be.

Dear John

I saw Amanda in "Mean Girls" (who hasn't?) where she played Karen and thought her boobs could predict when it was going to rain. "Dear John" is on the agenda this weekend. I'm in the mood for a chick flick. But I had no idea that she had any musical talent. Sappy as it may be, I'm in love with the lyrics in the first part of this song. "I love this place, but it's haunted without you. My tired heart is beating so slow. Our hearts sing less than we wanted."

Click

I hate when I lose things. It seems to take me hours and hours to find something once it's gone. I'd been looking for this for months though and it was getting out of hand. It wasn't that I missed it all the time. But periodically, it would occur to me that I didn't know where it was. Sometimes, just before I woke up, I would dream I had it. I even asked people if they knew where it was. Not everyone, but people that knew me might at least have some idea where it had gone. A few very good friends had a pretty good idea, one even suggested exactly where it might be. And I followed their suggestion but still, no luck.

Then last weekend I cleaned my apartment hoping it would turn up. I was amazed at how complicated I had let my life become. How cluttered with the unnecessary. I decided to be brutal. Three piles .. trash, recycle, donate. Slowly but surely I began to uncover it. Suddenly, I knew when and where I had lost it. One final place to clean and it would be mine once again.

~sigh