Wednesday, January 23, 2008

They were purty . . .

Dagnabbit.

Last night I dreamt that I had written words of utter beauty. They were so spectacular and so moving that had it not been a dream I’m sure I would have been incapable of writing them (heh). But, as soon as the dream ended, the words, too, disappeared into ether. I could no longer retrieve them hard as I tried; memory, it seems, has foiled me yet again.

Damn you, brain, damn you.