Shells.

For a minute I’ll surrender with my moments in my hands.
I gathered them like shells while lying mindless in the sand.
So I closed my palms and stilled my thoughts to let my story fly,
But like a dream its abstract view confused my inner eye.
I would love to see some order, a pattern or an end.
So I closed my eyes….wishing I could pretend.
For a minute I’ll surrender allowing life to just live me.
To live one day without a why…
Is pure simplicity.

~LeGretch~



Hi. My name is gretchen and I'm only human. My dreams are amazing. I express them here from time to time. I've learned through my dreams that I'm alright. I'm just fine. Therefore, I accept that all this havoc, chaos, confusion and heartbreak is self created. It's all in my head. Life isn't this hard. I'm convinced that this consciousness is just another dream. Life is a dream. It's all just one fucked up dream. I'm not looking to wake up. I'm looking in places that some say don't exist in order to create the abstract we find in our dreams. I don't want an ordinary day, I want a day that makes me scratch my head and say, "That's odd."

I drown myself in music and my own self written words in order to save myself from myself. Music seems to calm the bees that live in my chest. Without a doubt, I can honestly say, if I could just send the bees away, I'd truly be a happy person.

http://sauvignon.bandcamp.com/

“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I said, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them” ~ Ray Bradbury ~