Dream Meets Reality 01/26/2004 - 12:34 a.m. Music : Unwell by Matchbox 20 Mood : Exhaustion Random Proclamations from Me, Myself, and I : zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz A non-functioning stupor My eyes are open, but I can't see. My heart is there, but I can't feel. My mind is bare, but it doesn't work. Maybe I've reached the penicle of tiredness right now. Countdown to sleep: T minus 5 minutes. 0 comments so far |
"When it was over, all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery, and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the contradictory impulses - that's what I loved the most, connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered." -Waking Life Profile Notes Diaryland Archives |