"Dreams"

Hold fast to dreams/ For if dreams die/ Life is a broken-winged bird/ That cannot fly.// Hold fast to dreams/ For when dreams go/ Life is a barren field/ Frozen with snow. Langston Hughes

Sunday, November 30, 2003

record breaking day:
went to bed @ ~6:30AM this morning
got up @ ~10:30AM the same morning

what a day...

chicago trip was fun overall with some ups and downs as i had expected

Here's a poem by yee

Spiraling down winter tips
Close your eyes let it sink
Sing those words through your lips
Hide your wings and crash
The space between the cosmos and the stars
With silver lining across the black coal sky
The empty cup of wine, color of her skin
Taste as good as the marching dead
Lay in bed summer days
Shut your mouth bite your lips
Cry away, dry those tears
Sing a song, and laugh
Spiraling down winter tips
Close your eyes let it sink
Sing those words through your lips
Hide your wings and crash

i like the sound of it..and the music that comes along with it... he's great.

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