The sky stood shy almost as if it be the muse posing for an unknown artist who has yet to create his masterpiece. And beyond, the trees cavorted in the sunshine …a beautiful play of light and shadows. The scattered leaves shuffled around like children on a merry go round, the waves indulgent…and for a moment I heard the sound of my own laughter …the one where I am ecstatically happy for no reason at all and I wondered if it was déjà vu or a memory of you but I must have been dreaming cause I do know you’ve always preferred Versace Eros to Paco Rabanne…
28 thoughts on “between a memory and a dream”
Between a memory and a dream there is a chink of light coming from a door–the one you could swear you had closed all but ten minutes ago, when you were fully awake or, at the very least, when you thought you were fully in possession of your senses; then you heard the sound of laughter and wondered if it was your own.
Nice, clear picture of a dream. Memories, in contrast, are not quite as clear, as we continually mold them, sometimes sloppily, to suit our purposes.
I has a strong feeling that my memories have been contorted to reflect my illusion of reality ….nothing really is as it ought to be…but then I wouldn’t really know 😄
Had to use Google a couple of times 😀 and amazing capture.
Have a great day 🙂
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❤❤❤awwww….I am touched…thank you so much….but being shy as iam ….I shall simply hug meself and send you a hug and promptly sit down to anther cup of tea….meanwhile I send you much love and many hugs ❤☺❤
I love the post. The overall layout of the blog, specially the little lamps on top. Thanks for finding my blog. 🙂
❤❤❤you just made me so very happppppy
Thank you for reading my work. I especially like this one, of yours.
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A dream-like state worth sharing!
❤❤❤many thanks …iam so touched
Then the sky cried tears of joy, as the masterpiece smiled, as she danced in the rain…
I wants whatever it is you are having here n now 😄
Then it wants something very nice.
Tell me Robbie ….say it in words….come now don’t you be shy 😀
I’m blushing. You know how shy I can be… 💗💗💗
Whaaaaat!!! You mean you are going to sit this one out??? You has got to say it 😃
No, I can’t sit this one out. Will you dance?
Nice move mister 😄
Mister? Not Robbie anymore? The answer is it’s you! 💗💗
Okkkkie…I just read and re read everything and the sense am making of it makes me want to run away ☺️
yes …I tends to run away and often ☺️
Aww, don’t run away. I’ll stay across the street and observe from afar….