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As i lie awake in bed staring into the dark map of my room, listening to some Stan Getz song i couldn't even pretend to know the name of, a hundred years of memories came bubbling by. The life i had lived was a mere fantasy... paths not taken & decisions not made were being shaken & set loose. Things are different when Time is no longer a factor. Sleep is laughed off & Maybe is either a promise or a curse. Visions cascade & jump in two's & three's & you must choose the trains of thought quickly & wisely. Absolutes are thought of, dissected & dispersed. Opinions made a flow of... barking orders into a giant megaphone litmus test. Remember to pull the anchors up in the shallows. The soft spots become tender to the touch... & it won't be long until the whole is big enough to walk through. The path is lined with bricks adorned with the most beautiful of faces & the Sirens are never as dangerous as in the Books. Your senses are dulled, detail-wise. As overwhelming as it all can be, there is no reason you can't shut a window or flick a light switch. Just choose. In a manner of speaking, it's Life rewound... bound & gagged again. Calling all stars into place & we'll see if we can remember it all when the sun comes up. Actual is lame & Real is a grand gesture on the part of many. Believe the things you see in the dark. As the ground swells, so does the part of Light, Space & Time. And in the end, Time is the only factor. I'm alone again & dreaming of the girl with the blood-red lips & a tear streaming down her olive cheek. The window is open & the stars are deafening tonight. I'm alone & so is she... & that's just The Way. The way it is tonight & a thousand little leaves on a thousand little trees hardly know the difference... |