I'm looking for poetic things in the cracks of my dreams last night. I remember people leaving each other, laying next to one other underneath the stars. Isn't that too intimate of a place to say goodbye?
I remember giant yellow magnets...and the one that said 'It Is Done.' The artsy picture then became a movie, and I woke up thinking it was beautiful. These dreams. They don't make sense. Even less so--I see--my words fail to organize them.
What of DREAMS now? Aren't they so vivid? Is it the postpartum hormones? Or the intense shift of my identity? Am I sifting through the remnants of some past me? Looking to find what to keep and what to throw? Is the EGO re-defining? Yes....
I ache for all things beautiful. These dreams are delicate, pretty. I like that. My life dreams are like my night dreams...
Time is different now. Precious. And unpredictable.
Everything I want is tied up in this family's future. In Dax's future. In our future children's future. What I hope TO DO is not as important now as WHY.
(In between dreams...) I am laying down next to me in the grass. Under the stars. Thinking 'isn't this too intimate of a place to say good-bye'?
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I've been having weird dreams lately too...which I can't really blame on hormones, sadly.
I think the entire world is too intimate to say goodbye. Probably on my death bed I will be whispering, "I didn't do enough, I didn't see enough, I didn't love enough..." The world is just too big and too small to ever really want to part with.
Dax is a cutie, for sure.
perhaps it's the moon cycles, these vivid dreams...
thanks for reading phoenix....
i got more pics of the little guy coming soon :-)
Love these pics! Nope- no snow here in So NV. Thanks for stopping by today. Happy to be connected w/ you.
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