Hey all.
::pouts:: I miss Aiion. :[
Mmph. Yesterday was interesting for me. My parents woke me up at 11 and we headed straight to Jackson Rancheria Indian Casino and then drove two hours to San Jose to drop off my mom, and drove two hours back. Indeed, we only spent a literal five minutes there. I wonder about us sometimes.
Have you ever had that feeling where you just cry, and you don't know why, but you just can't stop crying? It's this weird pain, sometimes. Are you crying purely for yourself and your woes, or is it for everyone else whose lives are far bigger than any idea, but you can't do anything about them and their pain? But you don't know, because it wasn't in your power to start crying in the first place... you just did. Is it really for no reason? Or is it for every reason in the world?
Yeah. I had a strange dream last night. There was a march, and a woman without a right hand -- there was a colorful handkerchief in its place. The bathroom, strangely, is a recurring setting for my dreams, and I met an old friend there who was in a fight with his sweetheart, and I tried to care for him, only for myself to be left alone. My own sweetheart was in tremendous pain, causing him to scream in torture, and I tried to soothe him and hold him and kiss him, only to walk away at the moment of his recovery.
The dream never involved me crying, during or after, but it seemed to emit that idea, and that feeling of crying and not knowing why. It was the oddest thing.
Hrm.
Today's lesson: Just as there is always light present in darkness and darkness in light, in order to believe in faith, hope, and dreams, there must always be doubt.
life is sweet; it's a perfect dream
Bye for now.
