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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 December 2011 January 2012 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012 July 2012 October 2012 January 2013 March 2013 July 2013 August 2013 January 2014 September 2014 January 2015 July 2015

{ Tuesday, December 29, 2009 }

On monday when I woke up,
He told me he's alright.
He said he had just given up
On chasing stupid dreams.
On tuesday when I came home,
He said he's a painter.
That he felt cold and alone,
And that's what he's painting.

And before I sleep, everynight
I tug him in so he'll sleep tight.
Then go off back into bed
And at him, I'd be amazed.
I smile to myself
At his picture on the shelf.
But I still ask whoever's listening,
For the clarity that's been missing.

On wednesday morning I awoke,
He told me that I was very ill.
He fed me syrup that made me choke.
I drank it all and thanked him.
On thursday when I was on the phone,
He was leading the revolution.
The russian king was overthrown.
And I pledged my loyalty to him.

On friday we went for a walk,
He was on his way to court.
There was a case and he had to talk.
And I was obstructing his way.
On saturday, I hid away.
I needed some place to cry.
He shouted out for me to play
He was a kid once again.

On sunday, we went to the park.
A bright sunny day it was.
When a little dog gave out a bark,
He turned to look my way.
"Baby what are we doing here?"
I gave him a smile with a tear in my eye.
"We're on a long walk, no need to fear."
This was the clarity I asked.

And before I sleep, that very night
I tug him in so he'll sleep tight.
Then go off back into bed
And at him, I was amazed.
I smile to myself
At his picture on the shelf.
And I thanked whoever's listening,
For the clarity was a blessing.
& who are you, today?


{ fin }