When I close my eyes, I don't see black.
I don't see the glaring afterglow of my desklight.
I don't see the tiny little dots scattering about.
My eyelids do not shield me from the world.
They transport me somewhere else;
somewhere new; somewhere beyond the Milky Way.
Without moving a limb,
without getting up from my chair.
Close your eyes, imagine,
think, where the wonders never cease
where the impossibilites are just myths.
the beauty of imagination.
Dear friends and foe, I've just returned from the greatest place ever. My trip to DaliLand was quite nice. "Quite nice" actually just doesn't cut it. It was amazing, beyond amazing, it was absolutely breathtaking. It was breathstealing. There was hardly any tourists destroying up the place and the traffic was terrific. While there I got to attend a wonderful Masquerade Cocktail party and wear my red poofed-hip-tapestry-pattern-cocktail dress- with-pockets of a dress. I had just bought it from Loehmanns yesterday, and had no idea when or where to wear it to. Now I do have an idea. I also got to site see around the barren desserts and beaches. I was wearing my new plaid sack of a jumper and my lovely grey hat. This trip definately makes up for my missing of the Dali exhibit that showed at LACMA.
Now, I really don't want to start off another week again. I'm still feeling a bit of jet lag, but a goodnight's sleep should be the cure to it all.
I find it really funny how all my posts end with me going to sleep.