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(it is about sb who is .. let us say 'lost' to sum it up. it's like he is dead, for himself.. no redemption could ever make his boat float again)

weird dream. they were all on the other side of stream. he was standing in between. he wouldn't move. water bounced off his denim clad shin but he couldn't move, he couldn't be moved. i couldn't see his face for i was behind him, on the other bank. no pebbles jolting down the way could scour his stand, his tainted sand underneath. his expressions were lost amidst the flowing reflections. he was lost with all others still staring at him and no one to push him off that clogged ground he was stuck in. i couldn't let him flow along the stream, others wouldn't let him flow along the stream. others sat, genuinely, to stare at him dissolve along time. but i felt somehow, he just waited for a hand to reach him, a shove to propel him to the land. when now i wake up i realize, he was just waiting for a big flood to sweep in and embrace him away with it...

sweet dreams.

dreams fall like nuts from wicked tree
a crone vaults off on spiked broom
burnt faces knock glass-pane to see
a poltergeist dance in your room
pigs snore in seething oil
leeches creep as shadows loom
blankets turn to burying soil
specters haunt to cheer your doom

what do you get from life?

ppl die. a friend of my brother died a few days ago. today we are here, tomorrow we're not. i'm not. u're not. what do u get from life?
i just got a mail from a friend abroad, i get a picture of her new born child.