I try to pin down and preserve dream states, like the moment when you look at the warm sun through the red of your closed eyelids and drift. The ambiguous in-between minutes separating lucidity and sleep. The tricks our eyes play in dim light and then, the way we wonder if the world is quietly opening its shutters to grant us a peek at another side and then another. Often, the hours of friendly discourse over too much coffee on the subject of what might happen if every reflective surface was Lewis Caroll’s looking glass.
- Kaytee
- Learning to love life by living through loss and mistakes. Lessons learned then gradually surfacing. Letting go. Stripping naked to scream. I am not perfect, nor do I strive to be. I am alive in this world of face first falls and public breakdowns. I'm a retarded, disfigured clown, dying to be heard for the simple art of letting this heavy wall finally fall. I am an equal being of no race or color. A hallucination if you will. Sneaking into the lives of strangers and letting them fall apart to a new rhythm, just to feel better.
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