Sunday, January 09, 2005
[[dreams - 08.01.05]]
Dreams are supposedly a continuation and consolidation of all the daily events in life that we have experienced or thought about..
Apparently.. It was to be the events that one feared about.. She left.. Apparently.. She did.. When she promised she will not.. Seems like an illusion at first.. She was at the ferry terminal.. But upon reaching.. The boat had set sail.. Attempts to call out to her seems fruitless.. No voice came out..
Further the boat sailed.. Further I was away from her.. Different scenes seem to play.. The moment that boat was gone.. I knew she was gone too.. forever..
A painting I cant depict
Seems much more indepth..
Within it.. Identity lost..
IN search of it..
Feelings gone..
Trapped inside the painting..
What i could see was within..
A reflection of others..
A mirror image of myself..
As much as i want to get out..
I cant..
When everything seems so vague..
She stood in front of the painting..
Seemingly to enjoy the painting..
What she saw was a reflection of herself..
She was enjoying the reflection..
A painting she drew..
Yet..
She failed to recognise..
emotionally charged.-evewbb 12:32 AM