- For the first time in a very long time, my dream was just a normal dream. Just a blurred wandering through old memories--blinding bright visions of the Phoenix sun, my mother's face, a ramshackle tree house, a faded quilt, a wall of mirrors, a flame on the black water... I forgot each of them as soon as the picture changed.
- The last picture was the only one that stuck in my head. It was meaningless—just a set on a stage. A balcony at night, a painted moon hanging in the sky. I watched the girl in her nightdress lean on the railing and talk to herself.
jan 31 2011 ∞
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