...Dreams...

23.05.07. DREAMS.

Familiar. Everything was.

There were old clothes that had gone years ago.

There were old photographs.

Some that are now gone and lost.

Some that we never had but yet looked so familiar.

I dreampt that the little cupboard which is my mum's room with all my dad's things in had been cleared out and i had been lied to about it.

When i lookd it was now her wardrobe.

Can't remeber much else. What does it all mean?

...Whats Inside You?..

What's Inside You?

Anything fighting to be free?

...Truth...

Talking to a physcologist.

The one in my head as it happens.

Conscience maybe (?)

Who Knows.

The Discussion turns to truth.

My answer to truth is;

One persons truth isn't neccessarily anothers.

For instance, My truth of the day is this;

Truth is facts.

And Honesty, Honesty is emotion (or a state of emotional wellbeing for some.)

...Silence...

Silence to think.

It can sometimes dull the brain.

Other times, truest beauty can emerge.

Plays can be formed and acted out.

Plays can also perish within the silence.

The silence of a muse.

Its a balance.

The brain and the spirit.

Compromise. Mood. Silence.

...Roman Vishniac...

Everything made by human hands looks terrible under magnification

- crude, rough and unsymmetrical.

But in nature every bit of life is lovely,

and the more magnification we use,

the more details are brought out perfectly formed.

Like endless sets of boxes within boxes.

Roman Vishniac.

...How Lonely Do You Feel?..

Maybe we're nasty and uncompromising to the people close to us beacuse...

...Because we know they'll always be there. At least we hope.

To the people not that close, we're always trying to be kind and nice to them,

Maybe because we're not sure they'll always be there.

What it comes down to is loneliness.

How lonely do you feel?