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More dream-writes... Enjoy.

9/2/04: 10:23-10:24: Frosted panes of glass cover the surfsce I face away from the pane looking as though it neded to be dusted and polished yet its never been truly dirty, just dark and filmy with the dust of sinfulness. Water cleansing calms me down again and the shoreline appears in the distance a welcome embracew after the bracing frigidity of the open seas. Stepping upon it I lose my footing and stumble, regaining the consciuoisness of just how clumsy the human body really is and waking my soul to the realities of life. I am a human, not living in my fantasy as I have believed, I need my own residence in the world in order to survive, and whether I like it or not, I belong here, with my people and my kin that will always accept me no matter what I do wrong, because I am a cherished and sacred child of their own.
9/20/04: 7:44-7:46
Fallen angel playing with myself, the secrte society I've built, no one enters or leaves without permission. They follow me these demons and haunt me no matter what I try to do though sometimes they comfort me and keep me in check. Create a world where nothing's real and I can't break through the mold of my own design.
10/5/04: 9:35-9:37
What's real in the world, what do we think up and imagine? Does everything in our lives play a role in the greater cause of the plane? Who's to say who does or doesn't deserve to live and why they have to die? How do we choose who gets the right to be reborn while some don't get the chance? Do we judge people based on looks, feelings, appearances, politics, or the way their soul reacts to situations? How can the world possibly revolve around some select few when there are so many others on the planet?