Tuesday, October 19, 2010

And If We Create Our Own Reality, Sometimes We Do Get Tired

And the dreaminess continues as if that early-morning sleep dream was far more real than this waking one with its bright light, it's burst of last bloom and my body walks its miles and I don't even feel it, just slog ahead, one unfelt-footfall after another through this morning, my head entirely taken up with the words in my ears, the last chapters of a book written so well, read fine too and I suppose I breathe, I suppose I am here.

But how do you know?

How do you really, really know?


  1. How weird that there are no comments on this, it's almost like it doesn't exist.

  2. A beautiful and poignant post... lovely photos too... Don't you just love the Florida woods. Hopefully I'll have some photos of the prairie at Myakka River State Park after the weekend, so stay tuned!

  3. oh good we do exist. thank god. i think.

    ps thanks for the good night reply comment on your other post. made me smile.

    ps it's early but i'll say it now, Good night (Ms) Moon!

  4. Bethany- I know. Weird. I suppose that What-is-reality-posts are not very interesting. Or popular.

    Dianne- Looking forward to that.
    It's such a beautiful area.

    Night-night, Bethany. Sweet dreams.

  5. I think we collectively had no clue, and decided to leave it up to someone else to figure out ;)

  6. I think, therefore I am. Or something like that. I am here....still.

  7. SJ- Not unreasonable.

    Syd- Are you sure?

  8. Sometimes, I think this life is all one long dream. Sometimes it's a good dream, and sometimes it's a bad dream.

  9. We were all conspiring to make you wonder if you weren't really real, but Bethany is too nice and spoiled our meanness.


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