rented two movies tonight, There's Something About Mary and Meet Joe

Black.  The latter was an afterthought, next to the register in the 99cent

rental stack.  The former was a movie that I'd been told to see numerous

times.  

I thought TSAM was utter and complete stool.  Run-of-the-mill moronic

pablum formula comedy.  

Meet Joe Black, though I've heard poorly of it, I found to be a sweet,

entertaining, moving, and epic film, in a simple and elegant sort of way.  

Lovely film, about life and love.  Both have been heavily on my mind these

days, thanks in part to a new acquaintence who has reminded me of a lost

love.  The fire for her in my heart had dwindled in recent days, but the

embers will always, always be there.  An unexpected reminder of how much I

so foolishly gave up has come into my life like a guest of wind, and I

have been only too happy to provide the kindling.  

I could continue waxing poetic and grieving, but sleep beckons.

Unfortunately, while it may be an escape from life, there is no escape

from love.  Perhaps it only exists in dreams, then?  The euphoria one

experiences when with someone is lucid dreaming.  Suddenly, you become

able to do anything you want in the wonderful world.  You're afraid that

if you do something wrong, you may wake up, unable to recapture that

elusive slumberland.




in the middle of the night
head on my pillow
looking like a little ghost
seems like all of the things 
that you gave me mother
have all gone up in smoke

in the middle of the night
you don't know what i'm thinking
but still the stars just sparkle and shine

seems like all of the time
our boat was slowly sinking
you didn't even seem to mind

now all i want to do
is sleep