dated - 6.02.2010 _ sunday _ 9 pm

What are these days?
They pass by like the wind.

What are these moments?
They last forever.
They stick on the soul, imprinted for eternity.
They bring me joy and move me to tears.
These moments of beauty, they render me silent.

What are these nights?
I cannot sleep.

What are these dreams?
They are real, I can hear them, feel them, and they reach out and touch me.
I wake up!
I cannot remember.

It is 2:14am or 3:16am.

Internal change!
The change is comforting, but I fight the internal discomfort.