dreams and candles

while i sit at my computer for the better part of most days, i long to be outside. i want to be outside in the sun or the rain. i want to lie on the grass and look up at the clouds drifting by. i want to walk among the trees. anywhere, but here...

yet here i am, again, sitting, typing.

i dreamed i was pulled over by a cop, for speeding. i knew the cop, but he didn't want me to tell the other cops that i knew him. they made me get out my car, and they proceeded to tell me everything that was wrong with the car. then they tried to fix the problems, but the ended up making things worse. they acknowledged none of this, and sent me on my way.

somewhere a candle burns with passion
though yielding no flame, its heat is unquestionable
a little secret
a little smile
a little reminder
if only it could talkit could tell me
of a wonderful journey.