Superfluous imagination. A myriad of thoughts that come together to ultimately depict indescribable verbiage. A dream.
I awoke this morning, my thoughts provoked by my own subconscious reign in that black of night. What was so close felt so distant. As vivid as the sun itself, upon illumination was all but lost.
Who was that man? The hood, the glove, the sword; without a face. I shut my eyes trying to remember who he was. This dream; this myriad of thoughts, previously haunted my mind every night for 3 years. That was 2 and a half years ago. Why has it come back? The man. He was alone; was always alone. But in control.
As I said, it is indescribable. So vivid, yet so very distant. If I could not control my mind(if I were insane), I would almost believe what he told me. The same dream each night for 3 years. Who wouldn't believe it?
I would not even dare make mention of what he spoke of on this blog, to preserve my image as a 'sane' individual. =)
This blog is not public. I am only intending it for a select few. Please do not spread this around. Such verbiage is not meant for the general public =P
Saturday, September 9, 2006
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