unfinished

in dreams
you're colors only you
can be
the only hues
i see
they are outside
of me
and it seems
(in dreams)
you've got inside
of me
you've tried
to hide
in me
(could you abide in me?)
maybe just for a while
if you needed to rest
for it seems that
for dreams
to be constantly dressed
in the spectrum of you
and in shades this true
well it seems, dear friend,
such an obvious clue:
you are weary
and lost
and have somehow crossed
from your own restless slumber
on into mine
and i'll welcome you warmly
and lay down a bed
fitted with flannel
(come, lay down your head)
and i'll tell you a story
of old kings and glory
and how i'm so sorry..
(come, lay down your head)

a wrinkle in time

my long lost friends,

every so often i wander back here in the hopes that someone else has as well. today i opened to page to find a new entry by Shaina dated September 28 of this year! what excitement! but then, as i went to comment after Adam, i noticed his comment was made on March 13? so strange. needless to say, something, somewhere cause a clock to shift.

nevertheless, i miss this place.

sense of place has been something i've been thinking a lot about recently. i'm in-a-sense homeless at the moment, waiting for my apartment to be ready. i sleep on couches and borrowed beds, live out of boxes, bags, and a suitcase. i find myself longing for my own space, somewhere to arrange, decorate, inhabit, claim as my own. and i also find that without that basic need fulfilled, everything else about me feels scattered.

it's a funny place to be in. especially with school underway. it doesn't even feel like it's begun, and yet october is 1/4 done.

anyway, i hope i'm not the only one who peeks in on this little space of ours. i've got some new work i'll put up at some point. or maybe i will just write something altogether new, just for here.

see you around.