Dec 30 2008
gone
I had so many dreams, and I tried so hard to remember them, but they’re gone, gone, gone. Just emotions are left, the bare skins of emotions, like clothes one the dressing room floor. I look into the mirror and it’s just me, empty me, awake. With a bit of a sore throat, from the heater. This morning I’ll put on rice for breakfast and chop some carrots and onions for the lentils. I’ll listen to Creedance Clearwater and talk the dog out for a walk that could never be long enough- he is so bored and just wants another dog to play with, but there are none of them, anywhere, in this rain-drenched wintertime world.
