Sept. 6th 2008

She has an oral fixation.

Smoking cigarettes, bitting the tips of her blotched nails -

Chewing, the string that hangs from a torn sweater.

To see is not enough, to taste can set you free.

She can taste the air on a dull summer night, clouds hanging low.

On her tongue -

Sweet juices melt.

Humidity dampens her hair, curls unfurl over grey eyes.

An image of a woman drowning.

Mr. Sandman, Bring Me A Dream...

I think I may be one of the few people who wake up in the morning and remember, quite vividly, Mr. Sandman's gift of DREAMS. I have decided to start recording my dreams - Wouldn't it be super cool if there were some new and profound technology that somehow could record dreams, capture the images, the sequence of random events that take place in our sleep? Just the other night I had a dream that I was an English princess aboard a giant ship and I was being held captive, but I managed to jump overboard, swim to shore, and build a new life. I also once had a dream that dinosaurs invaded Barrie (the city) and I hid in a sailboat while a T-rex ate an old lady and I then flew away...Not to mention my re-occurring dreams of vampires hunting me, and ONLY me. I swear, I never want to wake up because what my sub-conscious conjures up before my eyes in my sleep are stories, movies that I can't find anywhere else. They are embedded in intense symbolism and for some reason I ALWAYS remember them when I awake.

Reminiscent on a fine day's walk.

I have decided to bring my blog back to life, sadly it has been dead for 3 months and I wish to redeem my loss of words by bringing back to you my words via the wonderful world of the wide web. (Or not so wonderful? You choose..)

Today, I walked to the bank. A twig got caught in my flip flop and stabbed my toe, so that as I entered the bank I had blood dripping all over my feet and then my water bottle leaked in my purse. Bad day? I'd say a bad walk. But, I did see 2 butterflies; one white, one blue. That was nice.

I did wake up to snow yesterday, today I woke up to the sun. Such a contrast, in weather, in feeling, in dreaming, in being...I feel like I am something one minute and then a totally different person the next. Like the weather..from snow, to sun, to rain, to dryness, to dampness, to humidity. Is there still a balance - on Earth? In my mind..In my heart?