i keep waking up in this dream which i have when i'm awake to a world so foreign and cold that it's as if i don't belong there
and like a spirit i traverse among humans, weaving in and out of crowds
conspicuously. yet these humans they feel the cold chilly presence of my etherealness and shudder. but then once in a while an angel comes along and i'm reminded are merely the workings of an overactive imagination. and for awhile i sleep.
Entry @ 7:55 PM;
Saturday, May 23, 2009
