In dreams

I was running out of a house, in a panic. And then I stopped abruptly, as my feet became stone. I reached out to the young man running next to me and he too was turning, yet he wa unafraid. The stone crept fast and silently and I watched myself as the expression of terror became permanently etched upon my face. I fought it. It was so vivid I could even see the stone crumble as I batted my lashes and some fell to the ground. The struggle was in vain however and my eyes were the last to turn. Then I woke up. Terror still etched on my face.

Tonight tonight

God damnit. I'm so lonely.

I found a way to stare at the sun with naked eyes. When you are driving fast, on an empty highway past a multitude of trees, you can see the sun perfectly through their branches, and it's beautiful. But the trees can't be too thick or too thin and the sun can't be too high or too low. Thus you must have good timing. In fact, you must have perfect timing.