Last night.
Two awful dreams.

Being chased by zombies into a supermarket and trying to barricade the door.

and

Going up in an elevator and having the ceiling get lower and lower with every floor until it was almost squashing my head.


I am not ready for this.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides that it may rise and expand and seek god unencumbered? Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
~Kahlil Gibran

To-Do

Living room window sunset through wet lashes.