Dance, dream, adjectives that I use so often... hunger, spiral, dive, float, rest, desire, need, delicious, perfect, stalking, pouncing, hunting, the joy of a perfect moment, a perfect sound, a perfectly-building thought...

We will rise as the building�s crumble

...I can't find my purse, this is starting to really irritate me. Every time I have something I remember to do, something goes wrong instead. Every time I completely forget, it would have worked out perfectly. Now and then I think there must be a god of some sort out there, 'cause luck doesn't turn this odd without some sort of intervention...

Float there and watch it all

...nothing left of last night's dreams, today there is coffee brewed strong, kissed with liquor, sweetened with sugar and honey. Four cups now, enough to keep me awake and wandering. Words rise from the near-boundless energy brought on by caffeine and too much sweetness...

Amidst the burning, we�ll be churning

...I can't get this song out of my mind...

You know, love will be our wings

...I'm wondering just how much of the last week was real, how much was illusion. I feel disconnected. The computer is constantly overheating, I need to put in a better fan and pray it works. All my art, all my writings... all of it is here. I need to borrow a CD burner too, apparently. I don't think I would deal well at all with suddenly losing everything I have so carefully been holding tight...

The passion rises up from the ashes
When the world ends

...lonely. Strange, I don't feel as if I should be lonely. I am loved, I love. I am treasured, and I treasure. I exist. I am here. And with those last three words all of my thoughts rise, tangle, spiral... sleek arches, the muted hiss of wind through barren branches, the heat rising off a dark curve of pavement when the sun is finally starting to set... I am here.

I am here.

...and I have nothing else of any importance to say.