I never got to post this - so here it is... A poem I think from sometime in June?


i dreamed a dream where everything had gone away and they didn't say good-bye. all that was left was a cold-hearted spinster of a woman who refused to look the other way.

they all said good-bye
they all bade farewell
but the cruel old woman didn't spare a passing glance
and continued her way

i dreamed a dream where everything disappeared and left behind an outline of dust. all that was left was a cold surface and the dust that surrounded the objects that didn't last for forever as i had imagined.

they all said good-bye
they all bade farewell
but the cruel old woman didn't spare a passing glance
and continued her way

i dreamed a dream where everything crumbled to dust and blew away in the wind. all that was left was the residue on the hands that held it all, clutched at it till forever crumbled along with it. all that was left was a defenseless cold heart more vulnerable than i ever wanted it to be.

they all said good-bye
she bade farewell

they bade farewell
she said good-bye

she then stared straight at her cruel old self
but the cruel old woman didn't spare a passing glance
and continued her way

i dreamed a dream where i cried for myself for being too much like that cruel old woman - that stubborn stoic independent woman who's also bitter and despondent - if i let go of those dear to me.

we all said good-bye
we all bade farewell
unconsciously to the cruel old woman
and we continued our way

and all that was left was a path of light for the cruel old woman to follow, a light that reached into the heavens and she refused to look the other way.