Monday, February 18, 2008
To wake up the way I wake up every morning is...amazing. My dreams have worked out my subconscious mind overnight. I lie in bed, feeling my heartbeat, my blood, my life, coursing strongly through my body. My nerves, everything, pulse and tingle with expectation, readiness. Mere words cannot describe this feeling. They cannot. I wish indeed that I could bottle this. Or something. I want to share this state.