neon lights

your laughter would have filled and overflowed

in our tiny, time-turned life;

my fingertips wold have traced each line

of your palms as we laid in bed

listening to Sam Cooke woo us deeper

and deeper into love;

your arms would have embraced me

longer as we swayed gently

in the nighttime air–the seaside moonlight

illuminating our every caress;

my heart would have gladly let you in far before

we ever met in our other half-life.

i swear you’re not a nightmare–you’re my dream.

my dream i dreamt long before

you came bashfully knocking on my door that

bleary eyed, plum soaked night.

my only wish is that i had met you sooner–

so that i could love you for even longer.”

To be enveloped, sealed and mailed, Intentionally missing a return address. Recipient known. 

A knowing that still holds wonder. A knowing that longs to be returned. 

“I wish the world was flat like the old days, Then i could travel just by folding a map. No more airplanes, or speed trains, or freeways. There'd be no distance that could hold us back.” 

We all need someone to look at us. 

We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. 

The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. 

The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. They are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. They are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. This happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. People in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need. 

Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark. 

And finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. 

They are the dreamers.