Waiting

My mind is racing with angry possibilities, stuck inside these hours, waiting. I don’t want to say it out loud for fear it will be true, I want all this to be just a reminder of how precious life is and nothing more than that, a reminder. Count the hours and keep busy…

Randon Dreams

What is a dream anyway? Memories, concerns, randomly sparked neurons that play abstracted movies. I saw him, I heard him, I felt him close, Gary Norris Morgan. He told me that it was four months ago, it was November 2006. Something happened, something changed. It was just a dream. He was making a confession that it happened in November. Why would I dream that? I haven’t seen him, talked to him or even heard mention of him in several years now. Some people stay with us for many different reasons. He was not making boast, promises, pleas for pity, apologies, excuses, just simply... stating fact... that he was hurt as well, so I will accept it as such and remember that I still have the bells he gave me.