"don't take a picture ...it's been a bad day"


That's an R.E.M. song... I think. It's very fitting for today. Wake up still dreaming, drive to school still dreaming... always dreaming. My mind is something alive and uncontained, like a bird or a flame. Flesh is flesh and it will rot away.. but what of my mind? What of that? What of my dreams that slip so quickly into fading memory, impossible to bring back?

I don't know... just thought I'd ask...

Fuck, I've got class in five minutes...