Victor Hugo once wrote:
"Without a doubt i have you. Surely I see you. Thinking is the winde in which dreamers are drunk, I know. But sometimes I'd like to be dreamed of too. When you are like that in your book, all evening, sunk." (V. Hugo- words in the shadow.)

How utterly true, "thinking is the wine in which dreamers are drunk..."
introspective, autobiographical, "to really know myself" (aristotle)... all goals, never a reality. I love "thinking", in a way. Complexity adds to mystery, which appears alluring at first. After awhile it gets old, people feel like they have to walk on pins and needles around me. Its not true.

Solitary is elegant, it is in these moments when your heart can finally hurt. Its in these moments when the music life produces can finally move you. Its the time when dreams are dreamt, and suddenly realized. I guess you could say i wish i was perpetually intoxicated, on a different wine.

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laurafee said…
"After awhile it gets old, people feel like they have to walk on pins and needles around me. Its not true."

it's so true... and i wish i could get people to understand that. my roommates have told me that i intimidate them sometimes. all i want is someone to think, chew and tear apart things with me... glad you're writing, makes me feel not so alone in my ponderances.
7:08 AM
Story of a Girl said…
I loved this quote, read it in your book. By the way, I agree with you and the person who left you a comment. But I love being introspecive:) It helps me appreciate others, myself, God and circumstances better. But I'm glad to see that in your case your goals seem to become reality.

Maybe all of the dreams and goals a dreamer has may not come to pass. But still, I'd rather be a dreamer...
6:16 PM
Unknown said…
"it is in these moments when your heart can finally hurt. Its in these moments when the music life produces can finally move you." seeing these words written out gives me a sense that i am not as odd as i think i seem. This is a feeling I thought no one else shared.
12:10 AM
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