seems like every day something about me changes. i'm a willow in the wind. it's maddening. people are supposed to have paths and walk on them and end up somewhere. not no-where. any-where. i've been dreaming, but it's been stupid, and disappointingly bland. real world anxieties barely twisted by the dream mind. i want the real world to fade away forever and leave behind its ghost, its weird underface, its impulses. some sort of echo of something that was concrete but now is ethereal. more ether than real. then, maybe, i can be less afraid.
