Old thoughts and a random dream

The following was recently located and was dated Oct. 2000. My memory of that time is a little fuzzy but I remember some of it.


Old thoughts

The world hurries by as another day comes to a close the door and lock yourself away from everything outside in the moonlit garden of roses and ivy climbing the walls of a mind trapped by insanity that never seems to end each day with wandering words across a blank page waiting for thoughts to fill the glass with sweet wine from far away lands that never end but instead go on forever like the infinite space above the earth stained pants of a man as he sits and watches the world hurry past.



and a random dream

Opening scene is an old factory on a hill over looking the ocean. As I wander around I realize that it looks like a movie, very Dark City I think to myself. I watch the cogs turn and men in grey work suits pulling levers. One of the men walks over to me and takes my hand. He tells me "It's your turn now" The look on his face is blank and sinister at the same time. I glance around trying to make sense of what is happening. In that moment he pushes me down a chute that seems to have no end. I slide down, screaming and terrified. The workmen are throwing huge bolts and screws at me as I descend. I eventually black out and wake up on a grassy hill. As I look around I notice a sparkle in the air around me. I stand up and walk over to a lady and ask where I am. She doesn't answer. She doesn't even look at me. Just then another person comes over and tells me I am dead and that it is useless to try and speak to the living. Explaining to me that the living forget the dead as soon as they are gone.
I see a playground and I walk down a hill to sit on the empty swings. Soon a group of people come up and start swinging. They are talking and laughing with each other, the sun shining brightly on their beautiful day. I begin to sing and dance around them, none of them ever notice me. I touch a blonde woman's face and she doesn't feel my hand on her cheek at all.
Farther down the hill I see a pond where two men about my age in suits are sitting in a boat talking to each other. Both smiling and obviously enjoying the sunny day. I go down almost to the edge of the water. I don't know why but I scream out to them. One of the men looks at me, or towards me. I walk out into the water to the little boat they are in. I lean over and whisper in the mans ear "I love you" he starts to cry and so do I.