Collette

Sometimes we walk.. with the possibility, that around any corner, at any time, may come the person/thing who reminds you of your own capacity to surprise yourself. Who reminds you that what seems to be - even about yourself - may not be. I walked into one. One which would stirr up a memory or two. Which you would either shirk it off with a frown, telling yourself no.. this ain't worth remembering or better, God has let it happened for a reason. Or one which you'll recipocrate in surprise: "You're back. I'm back. We're home again. I know you." (I go for the second) Now you're on your flower-speckled bed, looking at the beautiful butterfly effect you grin like a chesire cat, you then finally abandon the literal definition of sleep to dream. You've stumbled upon a real dream.

I know nothing about the stars, the moon, the dream that is phallically enamated from it. But i do know dreams from the sky to the bottom of the volcano. I dreamt my whole life. When was it that dreams really do come true? And when it does, you suddenly become a 5yr old whose luck got you a little stray bird in your palms and you don't know how if you should compress the diameter of your cage-hand a little more so that it won't escape while thinking if it could last breathless just 5 storeys high into a proper home. So the ending was pain. And now you have this fear of even having it right infront of you.

Now you tell yourself, it all happens for a reason. People might just give you that bullshit look because that just makes you feel better. But the whole point is. It does. So i use it alot(recently) when my singtel mail arrives. If only i could always see the biblical phrases as not naked adam and eve but humans who sees embarressment as aliens. Then maybe my stepdad's "senile" appearence at home could have a reasonable explanation in another 3 yrs maybe? Though its been 17 yrs.

But above all, following God's metorphoric preachings is the safest. Meaning, have Faith.