wolven7 | "Thoughts, of the day." Or: "Where he came from, the snow always started in November."

Crüxshadows - [Marilyn, My Bitterness]--- The wind was blowing strange, today. At 1.30 in the afternoon, it felt and smelled like summer mornings, in DC, going over to my grand parents' house (my dad's parents), back when they still lived in the same house, and not down the streets and around the corners from each other... The memories of my grandfather watching me watch television, and giving his grandchildren hugs, and torturing them with rough stubble, on their cheeks. The smell of coffee, hand rolled cigarettes, and steamed/boiled carrots and broccoli. His favourite meal. I realised, as these thoughts swept through me, today, that it's very nearly the two year anniversary of his death. That... Hurt, in a lot of ways...

The dream i had, the other night, about protecting the girl, and getting shot, for her... We watched the ends of "Easy Rider," and "Bonnie and Clyde," today, in Film History. There was a resonance, there. An upsetness.

There were other feelings, today, that caught me off guard. They hit me like a blow to the chest, and sunk in deep. (QNTAL - [Palaestinalied]). "A Soul hurt," to partially quote Neil Gaiman, via Rose Walker. It was a not-unwelcome feeling, and reminder, to say the least...

A day of November's feelings.

Tyme to rearrange... I haven't spelled time with a "y," in over a year... Typographical errors reveal much about states of mind...

If i don't see you again, tonight, Dream Well