we are� we are�
we are but your children
finding our way around indecision

we are� we are�
we are ever helpless

take us forever,
a whisper to a scream

i had a dream two nights ago that i was trying to sleep, unsuccessfully. you see, i had just painted my nails right before bed and did not want to smudge the polish all over our sheets.

my mother had a dream last night that i was painting my fingernails dark purple, so as to make the hands prettier when i had them cut off. she desperately tried to convince me not to have them amputated. i am supposing the amputation was my decision and pleasure.

strange?

stranger still that i did not tell her of my nailpolish/anxiety dream.

nope.