"at night, i open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. breathe into me. close the language-door and open the love-window. the moon won't use the door, only the window." -rumi
"DEATH IS THE VEIL WHICH THOSE WHO LIVE CALL LIFE; THEY SLEEP, AND IT IS LIFTED." -SHELLEY
"i have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me." -hesse
Friday, January 2, 2009
remember
i am dreamwalking in my apartment and i walk to the back door. i see a piece of paper has been taped to the window and the silohouette of someone on the other side. i can't tell who it is but i think it is my landlord. i feel a sense of fear and wake up.
i teeter on the edge of lunacy. i am a dreamer, a struggling dark goddess. a renaissance woman. an alabaster recluse. in love with the moon. striving to be better and better every day, despite the nearly all-consuming chaos that surrounds me. je connais le soleil, je suis le lune. i am dreaming. this is a dream.
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