To wake from a dream
Where I dreamt of flying
Is like trying to jump
After getting off a trampoline
The real world crashes down
Upon me every morning
Begin to avoid sleep to avoid
A false reality more appealing
Than the waking moments
Which haunt me in comparison
I fail to catch my breath, base
Decisions on this waking prison
Live my life after dark to mimic
Subconscious thought
Feel as I whirl in daylight, arms outstretched,
That nothing whizzing by my eyes
Exists, for I cannot focus
I do not want to
Last night I laid in your strong
Arms again, last night
I danced unabashedly, last night
I soared over the treetops
I loved I lived I laughed
Then I woke.
June 15, 03
About Me
- Pixie Vixen
- So much of the following is no longer true. Although some of it is. And more will probably be changing soon. I just don't have the heart to change it yet: I graduated from the University of Michigan with a degree in Literature and extensive coursework in Computer Engineering. I'm a lover of animals, art, music, culture and language. Because of my love for music, I joined the Detroit Concert Choir and competed in the Llangollen Festival in North Wales! I want to find a way to change the world, albeit cheesy, and I hope that my love of architecture and the environment can symbiotically lead me in new directions in life. I am an avid beer drinker and travel to some of the best beer fests in the U.S. – none internationally – yet. I spend my free time (what free time??) dancing, singing and taking art, drafting, photography and architecture classes at Lawrence Tech. My husband and I live in Ferndale, Michigan, one of the hippest, yet most conscientious cities around.
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