Words leave my mouth and hang for a cinematic moment before my eyes and then spin crazily away like leaves on the autumn wind as I desperately try to catch them. I know if I don't capture them, the words will hide from me forever - popping up now and again - never in the correct order and never in their first, perfect sentence. These words - both blessings and curses.
When I have this dream, it is always worse than finding myself naked in a lecture hall.
Posted on June 4, 2009 at 9:00pm