I’d sail towards the shore but I have no sails. I also don’t seem to have and oars or paddles. Also I can’t seem to see the shore. At least I seem to have packed a lunch. I know it might be lunch time because I’m eating lunch. If you come rescue me, I’d be happy to share.
I invited the sun over for tea. But the moon showed up instead. Said, the sun was busy counting all the stars. The moon didn’t want to talk about sports or politics. The moon didn’t want to talk at all. Not even about the moon. So we sipped our tea politely, and then the moon left to teach the tides.
If one should not complain about good things, what should one complain about? Bad things? No, if you asked me, I’d tell you that I would much rather hear someone complain about the good, than the bad.
Hopping along the path. I meet a woman building a fence. You’re walking the wrong way, she says. No, I reply. This is the direction that I must go. She laughs and shakes her head, then almost as an afterthought she adds, I meant that most people use both feet.
You were in my dream last night, again. Stop dream stalking me!