Mystery.

Hmm. I actually don't know what to say, which is a very peculiar feeling seeing as how I couldn't get to sleep for an hour for the sheer number of words running in my head. This really isn't a good thing, but it seems as though, even when I'm not writing, I'm thinking of what I will write on this blog. So I have a perpetual post running through my head. It's almost becoming the way I analyze things. *sighs*

Well, I can't say I dreamt badly last night, my dreams were more nebulous. All I remember was the fact that I was sick, which translates to mean there'll be trouble and hardships ahead for me. But then, I already knew that. Then again, the focus was more on my eyes, which means something along the lines that I'll be beginning a new venture or will meet someone new (to put it in their words, a "new lover" *smiles involuntarily at the irony of the phrase*), which . . . well, I can't begin to describe what that would mean.

I have to admit, right now, I'm having a difficult time staying in the first person singular when I write. I keep wanting to write "we" instead of "I," though I am refraining from doing so. *smiles* I'm even starting to think in the plural, at least in my head and when I talk out loud to myself. I wonder what that means for my sanity? Hmm. Company, at the very least. *laughs*

I went thumbing through my third book of poetry (yes, there are more of them) where I record all the poems I write, and I came upon this, right at the beginning. I think I wrote it sometime at the beginning of the year.

Softly

The air flows through my fingers
Smooth as a velvet waterfall

Light and full of whispers
A drifting cloud on a summer’s eve

Falling down upon my skin
A sigh of something secret

A ribbon of silk and satin
Spilling over my upturned face

The night is full of promises
The sky waits for love only

A minute more, an hour long
This soft world of starry skies.

*sighs* It's so soothing. It makes me feel marginally better, just rereading it over and over, imagining the sensations all over again, almost like they were new. I love this poem. It makes me smile, almost content.

I don't really know what else to say. The past couple of mornings, I've been able to get up without a snooze button at all, right after my alarm clock goes off. It's quite nice. That gives me an extra half an hour to get ready in the morning, instead of the rushing I've been doing. I honestly wouldn't have this problem if I didn't have to share what little time I have with my sister - namely, if I didn't have to share the bathroom. She'll be in there from about 630 to 710-715, and by then I'm close to having to leave the house. Plus, my mom has to use the bathroom once she's done, so technically, the only time I have in the bathroom to myself is all the time before 630. But count in breakfast, shower, and getting dressed, it leaves me very little time to use the bathroom. Hmph. Oh well. It isn't as though I need to look especially . . . . spiffy. *quirks eyebrow* Weird word.

Wow, this post is becoming astronomically long. Yikes. What on earth will I do with myself?