Christmas 2010

Christmas was quite... spent with my own thoughts as company.

Dreamer

Recently I was called a visionary by a supervisor of mine.  This was by no means was a derogatory comment, rather just a statement of the truth.  I wonder, have I always been a dreamer:  Was I such when I was a child on the playground?  Did I daydream my way through class as a senior in high school?  I don't know the answers to these questions, my teachers never made comments on the subject, but that does not mean that it was not so.  But for today I can speak, and today I know myself to be a weary dreamer.  I say weary because I tire of always living in a dream world that never becomes reality.  What I would give that my dreams and reality could be one...  Yet I will continue to dream, I don't think I could stop if I tried.  I will always be creating something out of nothing, a visionary dreaming a dream, after all, sometimes dreams are all we have...

Unstop

"If only there could be an invention, that bottled up a memory, like scent.  And it never faded, and it never got stale.  And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again." Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca