bad vibes and good times

Dreams are funny things. They can be visions of the future. They could be memories of times long since past. They can be the cold and dark type that hid in the back of your mind.

I had a dream the other day. Amidst an late afternoon nap that suddenly crept up on me, Laying on the couch with a book resting on my shirt, this dream shook me. Shook me something fierce.

I see flashes of a lover. One that I had loved very much, and had since reconciled to the fact we were never to be. I had thought of her recently. How she was doing, What she was up too, those sorts of things. But this dream brought back memories of last summer. The great things we talked about and the moments we shared. The dream seemed like it lasted for ever, but in reality, it last but a few minutes. No one part particular stands out, but the dream on the whole really put me in a weird place. When I awoke, I had a feeling of dread and emptiness. A cold sweet and my heart pounding. I hadn't texted her in a very long time but I had to, just to make sure everything was alright.

which it was. she was totally fine. The whole rest of the day however I felt off. Why now of all the times to have something like that fly into my brain?

Dreams can be funny things. Even though this particular one brought back memories that are now painful, I wouldn't have traded it for anything.

So now, I drift. Off to bed my good man! The day will be here before you know it and you must rise! I wonder as my eyelids close and breathing slows what tonight will bring. I won't be ready that's for certain. But I wouldn't have it any other way.

Although, a dream involving a sunny beach and pretty girl wouldn't hurt. justsayin. justsayin.

the have's and have not's

The Selfish shall suffer the Selfless. Taking stock of the things you hold close, is it what you own? Or is it cherished moments of friendship and memories?

the selfish shall suffer. you will suffer me.

Never the things you have.

We can read every book thats ever been written. We can see every picture thats ever been taken. We can listen to every note played.We can invest all the time in the world.

But it all won't amount to shit if you never go out there and do those things you hold in high regard.

where's the point of satisfaction when all you have to be satisfied is the papers your life is printed?

Too much too see with your own eyes, too much to do with your hands and your feet.

Satisfactions in your heart, not the money in your hand.

maybe just maybe

Maybe instead of saying we want something, we say i'd like to enjoy.

Maybe instead of cultivating, we shared.

maybe instead of taking. we only asked.

maybe all we ever have to do is ask?