Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Fading Light
I've just awakened from the most tormented dream of my life.
And the words I spoke - or rather, shouted at my mother (gone wrong) in that dream...
my salvation?
my subconscious truth?
my denial of reality?
what was that anyhow?
Another day. To work.
*****
Low Life (2)
Reading him describe derisively how other boys used to cursorily cross themselves as if swatting flies... and hearing her rant about "false" catholics betraying their ignorance when taking communion by putting their right hands in their left (instead of left, in right) he wondered :
what are you Watching (so closely) for?
He reflected and realised that he never really looks up in church. He's usually trapped in his own personal reverie.
And the words I spoke - or rather, shouted at my mother (gone wrong) in that dream...
my salvation?
my subconscious truth?
my denial of reality?
what was that anyhow?
Another day. To work.
*****
Low Life (2)
Reading him describe derisively how other boys used to cursorily cross themselves as if swatting flies... and hearing her rant about "false" catholics betraying their ignorance when taking communion by putting their right hands in their left (instead of left, in right) he wondered :
what are you Watching (so closely) for?
He reflected and realised that he never really looks up in church. He's usually trapped in his own personal reverie.
