waking gray.

When I was going through these pictures, Ani DiFranco started singing..."under a sky that is gray, and sand that is gray, an ocean that's gray." It seemed eerie and perfect.

I feel like I'm in a dream. A waking dream. I'm unsure of what is now. what is the future. I float about, being caught between the two places... Trying to find that balance between the future and the present. I think it worries some, but I find the dream-state is really something beautiful. I'm always one for blurring lines. It's such a strange thing, to be human. It's really wonderful and terrible and tragically beautiful.

It's 3:36 am and I can hear birds singing...

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