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January 16, 2009

"A Small, Good Thing"


When my eyes travel the night sky, I look for Orion and his belt. And then it reminds me of you, and how you like your lonely walks in the cold. I left home at 4-5 AM today, and Orion probably went home sleeping- he was out of sight.

I had the most unusual experience in english class. I didn't mention it to anyone because I didn't find it important to, but here it is:

We were reading about tragedies when I dreamt of train rides with strangers who looked like you- I gazed at their faces and glanced back, then I became surrounded with cocaine addicts and drunks, that didn't make me cry. God put an angel behind me that couldn't fly. He too, didn't cry, and seeing him helpless didn't put tears in my eyes.

I finally found you in my dream too. You were sober and stronger than the influence. You weren't crying.
It was the sixteenth of some month, of that I'm sure- and I was trying to convince you that it was you I loved, but you didn't trust me. No, you didn't. My vision started to blur, I'm sure it was tears building...

Fact Of The Day: I tend to be a very light or a very heavy sleeper, but never moderate.