Holding on

I woke up that next morning... The memory of her so alive, so palpable... The thoughts in my head so vivid. My eyes closed, my eyelids caressed by the light of the mid-day sun. Why did I get up so late? Oh, my god... I was late for work...

I opened my eyes, and realized the curls of hair touching my hand were not my own. My dream... it was true. There she was, asleep, laying naked next to me, half covered by the soft blue sheet.

I was dumbfound. That's right... she came. She was supposed to be here, but I'd have never imagined it would go this far. I thought it was a dream. We stood up all night, into the wee hours of the morning. We'd laughed about the subway ride... We showered together... I'd picked her up at the train station last night... I had stripped her clothes off of her one by one. We did have that pillow fight... It had all happened, even though I couldn't put it all back in order. And she was so far away into her dreams, undisturbed by my inner turmoil.

As it all started to make sense, I gently wiped her unkempt hair away from her face, back behind her ear, and over her naked shoulder, and just stared blank at her... through her... into her... She wiggled her nose, and gently opened her eyes. She was, for a moment, just as confused as I had been, but she soon came to, and smiled. I smiled back...
'Now what?'
'I have no idea...'
'...I could get used to this.'
'I don't think we should...'

Ferry Corsten ft. Shelley Harland - Holding On

Eternal Odyssey

When you're in an argument you can't see a way out of, you always wish the others would agree with you. How wrong is that? What if everybody agreed with everybody about everything? Take a minute, think about it...

Mind you, it's not everybody agreeing with you, but with everyone else, about everything. Anything you could think of... That would require we all knew everything. Yes, everything there is to know about anything. We'd know what makes good music good. We'd know what makes a movie bad. We'd know how the universe is structured, and how our reality unfolds. We'd know anything, beyond any shadow of doubt. Anything would have a scale to use in order to weigh it up to anything else. There would be only right or wrong, true or false. Because we'd know everything. There would be no 'ifs' or 'buts'.

We'd need no currency, as we'd all agree how to share our resources. There would be no doubt upon the fairness of sharing. Nobody would question the status quo.

We'd have no tastes. There would be no room for error. We'd all be the same. You could love or hate anybody all the same. They'd all agree with your feelings. Everything would be perfect, and nobody would make mistakes, because we would all know beforehand what would happen if we strayed. And if we strayed, and everybody would agree with us, then there would be no mistake to actually start about, would there?

We wouldn't need to think, since we already know everything. We wouldn't need to speak, because everybody else would know what we'd say. Silence would encompass all. We would sit and watch our existence pass, and we would live forever, as life will have had given us all it's knowledge.

There would be no conversations. Because nobody talks about stuff they completely agree on. There would be no challenge, no proof, no arguments. There would be no gossip, no eavesdropping, no shrugging. We'd stop singing songs about love, and making movies about war. We'd have no purpose, no pursuit, no quest and no rewards.

So please, disagree with me, and make my life interesting.

Delerium - Eternal Odyssey