Days eventually come when I sit and do nothing. Well, not quite nothing, i live, i attempt to engage in activities; it never works. Then the walls start to melt.
Occasionally i'll float, just exist and then realise i haven't had a shower or eaten. Those days aren't good. I feel like i should be doing something. When i can't hold onto any thought for longer than half a second the walls melt again.
Curiously enough, when i think of the word 'daydream' i imagine green. Something leafy, almost jungle or rainforest, a little Disney magic thrown in? The curious part is that this in no way reflects any daydreaming i actually do.
I never did the glossy daydreaming. Mine were close to reality, borne from watching too much sci-fi, crime, drama and whatever i happen to have read over my lifetime. I do enjoy the daydream, or the daydream-while-awake-at-night, whichever. Better at the latter, rather than the former. (i know no one actually uses latter and former, but i like em)
Enough of my odd and disjointed thoughts for now. One day a PS may float into my mind and attach itself to this blog, but until then...
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i too love the daydream before sleeping...usually i continue the story where i left from the night before..
-emily
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