What's with dreams that made me blog?

I was reading my Pink, rubberized NIV Bible in a dream. Although, I don't exactly remember the Book and the Chapter I was reading, I understand that it was about "True Love." At the same time, I saw my copy of Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors burning on my bed. I picked the black book up (without burning my fingers) and tried to put off the fire by throwing it on the floor. Luckily, except for the page edges and the cover, the book was not really destroyed. I felt so relieved because I really can't watch my 300-peso worth of savings consumed by flames.

Dry Spell

Bought watercolors last December; thinking it was a good gift to myself. All night long I dream of orange suns and pink sunsets…of brushes and fingers and fingers that brushed. Yet in the morning, there’s nothing to find but a wide empty canvass.

So we find love at a young age but struggle everyday to keep it to the old years. I tried to understand why things, except our dark side, never last.

Thus, cry my soul and cry hard. If such salty tears alone could wet the brush. Tomorrow, there might be some color or some gray. Just know, sometimes, pain can end the dry spell and that the next day you shall start to feel again.

On silver chair

Yesterday's a super busy thursday; I really had a hard time finishing things. Today's labor day. Still no wage increase for most of us (poooooof!). But more reasons are there to be happy. I believe summer will be over soon...so just before all the sunny summer feeling melt in the rain...it's time to unburden the soul through a classic song.

here's a beautiful song... Silverchair's "all these years".

Breathe in the night
That crusted tired sunrise
Born again the day
Brings young naivety

A laptop souvenir is worth the weight
In silver and golden son
You'll be home again
And I'll be home again

Mend in my sleep
I'm boxing under water
Waddle on the wake
Waking on the summer day (a summer day)

After all these years
Forget about all the troubled times
And after all these years
Forget about all the troubled times

And every father's pain
Casts a shadow over a broken son
You'll be whole again
And I'll be whole again

Munificent, artless and ascetic
Playing like a scared
Enthusiastic pawn

After all these years
Forget about all the troubled times
And after all these years
Forget about all the troubled times ( the troubled times )

All those years
I was hurting to feel
Something more than life

All those years
After all these years
Forget about all the troubled times
And after all these years
Forget about all the troubled times ( the troubled times )

All those years
I was hurting to feel
Something more than life