I seem to dream rather … Unreal stuff these days.
Last night I dreamt I was sleeping in a room in a house quite similar to the one I actually live in.
The window was open, there were trees outside an suddenly I heard a
loud sound. A panda climbed through the window into my room and
seemed to get angry when the door to the living room wasn’t open…
I got up and opened the door as well as the door in the living room
leading to the garden while the panda pursued me and bit my shoulder
which – surprisingly – didn’t hurt.
english
it’s okay.
sometimes it would just be so great to have someone to say those little words.
it’s okay.
something
something’s going on behind my back… something sketchy and blurred…
something I cannot see
my favorite song for today…
die, spring, die
I think I might have figured out why I don’t like spring.
When I was younger, I hated spring.
and today, while I was listening to a song by chairlift (birds were singing at the beginning of the song) I somehow suddenly knew.
dreams
But only in their dreams
can men be truly free.
T’was always thus,
and always thus will be.
John Keating to one of his fellow teachers in “Dead Poets Societyâ€.
Fragments
Just fragments of my mind …
Behind these heavy doors
I lie
Watching myself
So frail against the world
We all need to believe in heroes.
And even the best ones are far from perfect.
Lex Luthor to Clar Kent in Smallville Episode 6 (Exposed/Verbrechen verführt)
… the only one to see…
I often think that I’m the only one to observe certain things… last Friday when I walked to the train station, I noticed a lamp post that was almost completely wrapped in some plants with violet flowers… I stood there and smiled because I had discovered a little secret in the middle of everything, something that could have been noticed by everyone but waited for me to be the first to notice it :-) (I probably wasn’t the only one who saw it, but when I asked a fellow employee who walked the same way to the station, he said he didn’t see it. That is the same man who lived in his house for years and never noticed the big heart in the pattern of his stone floor in the living room until I asked whether it was there on purpose ;-))
just a little piece of… mind…
those words kind of … flew through my head, light as a butterfly in the first summer breeze, while I was riding my horse today…