“I suddenly had an urge to put my watch on. Time or no time, I wanted some worldly security. That’s what watches do: they keep us bound to this world. Dreams don’t have time. Neither does sleep, nor death. That’s why it is sometimes good to wear a watch”—Strangeland- Tracey Emin (via john-james)
In my dream I had an excessive amount of saliva in my mouth and subsequently had to keep spitting it out everywhere…….I woke up dribbling on my friends pillow!
After rapidly falling back down the rabbit hole I found myself in a peculiar tunnel having to catch a train to some unknown destination. I pressed a large vibrant button and along came a fire engine, a petite Chinese lady with what appeared to be a hologram face tried to convince me that the contraption was a substitute for the broken down train. I did not believe her thus left her to go on her way and continued to wait. A bus came along so I jumped on that. Where I went I’m not sure.
“Sometimes late at night I think about all the things that have been, all the things that haven’t been and all the things yet to be. If my heart could explode into a billion tiny pieces and scatter themselves all over the world. If I could live on sunlight and the city sounds and fall asleep in those thousands of lighted windows. I wonder if this world will ever make sense to me, if I will ever truly understand anything… and if there’s really anything to understand at all.”
I want you. I want your touch. I want your fingers through my hair and laced in between mine. I want tangled limbs getting lost under sheets. I want the warm strong embrace of your arms around me. I want the kind of stare where you lay inches away from each other but don’t make another move. I want to fall asleep in your arms. I want to wake up just as we fell asleep. I want to speak to you in smiles and small laughs. I want forehead kisses. I want warm sighs mid-embrace to reassure the other that “yes I like you” and “i could to stay here forever”. I want to rest my head on your chest and in your arms embrace. I want bed wrestles and messy hair gently swept out of our faces. I want to just look at you and know that you’re looking back and wanting me too.
Pull out the trapped layer of paper, wrapping it around the the raised edge at the lower right (this is a diamond-shaped layer of paper when unfolded; as you do this, or unfold it, unwrap the paper, and refold it). The freed paper at the bottom of the petal fold at right will swing up. This is a difficult move.
Contained in a homely box equipt with stolen ornaments and steel faced chavs with erratic nashers, was I the interviewer or the interviewee? I changed my colours like a chameleon and threw bananas into the works, that ought to have tamed them for a while, at least until I reached high ground or a public library. They tried to sell me sex toys and underware but I distracted them with my high class popeye laugh.
“I sometimes think that peoples hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows whats at the bottom. All you can do is guess from what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.”—Haruki Murakami - Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman