...Solitary...

boo =(
dreamed alone at 12:17 a.m. on 2007-03-18

i think
we all live in our own little bubbles.
tiny glass castles floating in midair, spun out of our own wishes and hopes, our thoughts and prayers.
perfectly poised
then
a chance remark, or perhaps not chance at all
and the glass shatters
and you freewheel back to earth
land on bumpy ground. bruised. shaken.

and then you pick yourself back up. dust yourself off.
and you start building your castle again. maybe this time its a little smaller, a little bigger. more fragile or more solid, perhaps to prevent something like that from happening again.

but the crack will always stay there. unspoken of, maybe, but not unnoticed and definitely not forgotten. and there's nothing you can do about it, save melt it all down into sand and start all over again.

but that's impossible. isn't it?

on a brighter note, i drove my first car yesterday and i live to tell the tale. so does the instructor. haha. going round and round the circuit is really quite mindless but controlling something bigger than you are is quite a thrill really. heh.

ben and jerrys+movie outing+"picnic" today was damn fun lets do that again sometime soon please