On Tue, May 21, 2013 at 3:16 PM,
"As you live life looking through a smudged mirror"
The reverie or daydream poem ("Blur") was nice. I wanted to comment on that, but this line wouldn't get out of my head.
It made me think about how I might not see the me that I want, but maybe all mirrors are blurry. What if there isn't anyone that sees the real them? That Dove commercial thing from youtube has been on the brain.
On Sat, May 18, 2013 at 8:19 AM,
I have been studying the Pyramids of Egypt for years now,& as you may know that they used it as traveling with your consciousness. An almost forgotten art in its self. Some tomes at night I get such good dreams, That when I am awoken, I wish I never was, Wish I could stay there some times, And wounder if that is what death is like.