for clean slate tuesday

I go about uncertain still... on this supposed clean-slate -day. Woke up with someone insisting i look at the darkness, not understanding that what i do prefer to look at is the lightplay... I watched a butterfly aching to be free -- fluttering about my window screen... Looking back at it now, it surely must be a metaphor. My dream was weird as always... but this one involves people i know, summed up in several words: a cousin's wedding, a baby, eating chocolate toffee and wanting to kiss someone... Is it a yearning? Maybe... like my subconscious is telling me something... Around me, everyone seem to melt... at a point, I along with it... but I have come to realize that what is melting is a film of wax, something that was shielding me before... Maybe now, I am meant to be exposed... to shape me... must be meant to be such... My thoughts are scattered in little notebooks... unread and lost in the corners of my drawers... I stand here, somewhere in the cold walls... still uncertain of the wills of the universe... Problem arises with those about and so I am detained... I can't really tell... Maybe a swift decision, a lapse of judgment, plain silliness... I'll go check... but can I really? Later the vampire will attack... even in broad daylight. And I don't have any stake to drive into it's heart... mbtc/072109 ***wrote this a couple of days ago in one of the little notebooks i carry along... photograph is also from b... still have a couple more of his photos that i have to make entries with... thanks for letting me use it, sir! next time ulit! :)