too much, too little time, Addicted to Love, good movie for the vindictive dumped shit on relationship people of this world, smart enough to stop driving when i was ready to sleep at the wheel, so many things, not enough memory to contain it all, all these good things, these good musings, they were there, in my head, last night, yesterday, like clouds passing in the sky, the clarity of stars at midnight, then like that, gone, poofs of cotton against a blue background, images escape me, only to be replaced, words don't work anymore, pictures, still or moving, animated or real, but they aren't words, they are thoughts, purest essence of reason or imagination, pictures, worth thousands of words, worth more than that, worth money? worth life? worth TRUTH? can't imagine that, hierarchy of values and misgivings, dreams visit in the night, subconscious speaking or hormones raging, someone i never would have dreamed, i did, whatever happened to you, to her, to that one with the brown hair, to you with the short blonde hair, or the redhead i never see anymore, why can't you show up in my dreams, at least then, when it's my unconscious wishes coming true?