1st Journal Entry From This Marking Period

I know.........

This is a day late.

Yesterday happened to be one of those days when I end up staying home. I don't know why the weather can't just make up its mind. But anyway, I don't want to talk about how horrible I was feeling yesterday. I have another poem to share.............

A Different World

Clouds pass over my head,

Sleep passes over,

My eyelids fall like lead,

My body is covered,

Walking through fog,

Finding my way through,

Tripping over logs,

Don't know where I am going to,

Thoughts clouded around,

Not sure which one is right,

So silent there's no sound,

From each way you can't catch sight,

Of anything in front of you,

In this solace world you dream,

Not knowing what you do,

Overall, it's not what it seems.

Writing.......... thinking..........

They seem to go hand in hand don't they? I have noticed you can have such odd dreams. With me, usually I have one dream and then I see the continuation of it with certain twists and turns. Sometimes it can often last for a week or more, which I find kind of odd. Many people say that you work out the problems you have in everyday life in your dreams, but I'm not so sure.

I know of people having dreams of what they want their life to be. Sometimes, they can tell the future in some odd ways. The best part about dreams though is that they give you something to hope for, and to reach out to be able to grasp them. Having some sort of realistic dream one night can give you some perspective and help you out during your day.

I guess dreaming is my kind of outlet besides poetry.

Who knows?