I wrote this stream of consciousness, I haven't figured out what it means yet. I like it ever so, though.
After I wrote this, I went on a long drive to visit my brother. I thought about what his life might be like in the morning. I thought: "He wakes up and leaves with dirt still in his eyes. He walks along the pre-dawn earth beneath a mercurial morning sky. Sleepily catching the sky-train, he tries not to fall asleep. He gets off the train, and can see pinkish clouds in the sky. He has arrived at work."
On the way home, it was so dark out. I remembered something from so far in the past it was only a glimmer. I was standing in a dark dark road, with bare leafless trees lining it. Beyond the trees were farmland. There was one lamp... I could see how tall the trees were, and there were silhouettes of more trees behind them. It was very scary but awing. These are the memories I hold tight to in my heart. These are the images that I dream.
This was half artist's comment, half journal. c: oh well.