Friday, January 2, 2009


I drift in and out of this filmy daydream.
I see how it was, how it used to be.
I collect my tears in a dusty old mason jar.
The salt water turns muddy as I swirl my finger in it.
I know now that I can dump this jar down the drain.
I rebandage the wounds my heart has been collecting over the last year.
They will go away with time if I allow the healing process to begin.

Today is a new day, I am lucid and directing my own dreams.

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