jchrisobrien ([personal profile] jchrisobrien) wrote2003-12-21 10:53 pm

Listless

My eyes are heavy. The house is quiet again, as it has been for most of the week. The loudest sound in the house are the rushing thump of the keys as I press them. They fall in a staccato rhythm, rushing fast at times, then halting as I backspace to correct mistake after mistake. I don't know why I bother, since the spell check will fix them after all. Don't we all wish we had a spell checker before we said something? But no, we only find out after the words come out.

The year is almost over, and yet there are so many things left up in the air. I can't see the future past the sleep tugging at my eyelids. It's never a good thing to be too reflective at times like this, when your soul is weak and the glass is half empty. Sleep, then. A tonic to cure what ails you. Perhaps some more dreams, not the dreams that come through the gate of ivory, but those that pass thro the gate of horn. True dreams.

Dreams are worth nothing without the will to make them so.

[identity profile] aidenraine.livejournal.com 2003-12-21 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The loudest sound in my house is the hamster in his wheel. But j is putting olive oil on it to shut it up.

[identity profile] silas7.livejournal.com 2003-12-22 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
And soon there will be blessed silence.
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[personal profile] alonewiththemoon 2003-12-22 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
I did not know you could use olive oil on hamsters to shut them up! ;)

[identity profile] sirendipity.livejournal.com 2003-12-21 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
you're probably already asleep.

but i wish you were online so we could chat.

[identity profile] silas7.livejournal.com 2003-12-22 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
I'll be around most of the week. If you're on when you're home, look for me.
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[personal profile] alonewiththemoon 2003-12-22 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
They fall in a staccato rhythm, rushing fast at times, then halting as I backspace to correct mistake after mistake. I don't know why I bother, since the spell check will fix them after all.

I do that too--my brain gets hung up on the mistake and refuses to work correctly until I've fixed it.

[identity profile] silas7.livejournal.com 2003-12-22 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
Seriously. It can be annoying at times.

I first wrote that sentance as "I can be annoying at times." Stupid subconscious!

[identity profile] gobetween.livejournal.com 2003-12-22 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
Dreams are worth nothing without the will to make them so.

This reminds me of a statue on the Commonwealth Ave. mall. I forget the man's name, but he's described as a sailor and a historian, I believe. His quote is:

Dream your dreams, aye, but live them first.

I've kept that in mind since I first read it, almost seven years ago. It often slipped into my mind during some of the more lonely of my travels :)

[identity profile] silas7.livejournal.com 2003-12-22 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
He presents a tricky conundurm, but one well worth trying to achieve. I should track that statue down sometime, maybe when it's warmer!