Saturday, June 25, 2011

Is the past behind us?

Had one of those dreams last night. You know, the ones where you tell yourself, "This can't be real," but you're so captivated that you just roll with it, then find yourself scratching and clawing, desperately grasping for that invisible thread, that thin air, that unreachable, imaginary something that will keep the door open and not allow it to end. Then, you wake up.