and i'll keep dreaming

(if dreaming will make you mine?)... well, there's a song in every though and a rhyme in every line, but my initial thought was not related to that song as much as a more general dreaming via these words i put out here like tiny messages in bottles that float out on the cyber seas in the hope that someone will find them and (here comes the real dream) be my perfect match... yeah, that's (e)therealest aspect of (e)thereal of all...

and if that makes sense, then you understand... and if it doesn't, then you don't... and maybe that separates the dreamers from the non-dreamers, or the fools from the wise, or the children from the grown-ups, or the quixotics from the pragmatists, or the fantasies from the realities, or whomever from whatever, but there's one thing for sure, i understand...

i'm right here waiting, yeah...

meanwhile, back in (e)thereal, i played like crap tonight, but then, so did the rest of the team... there were errors everywhere and i made one too... we lost big, though i walked none... fatigue blurred my vision and i moved in slow motion and unfortunately, the team we played against could hit anything everywhere (i never saw so many sliced pop-ups fall fair)... so the monday team is 0-1-1... and me, frustrated by my fatigue and poor play, i wandered down to the gym for thirty minutes on the elliptical machine... 9:55 for the first minute, 12:00 for the second, level five total body beginner level... i'm still burning frustration energy (and if you know me, it's not about the game as much as a touch of awakening consciousness, though that's another much deeper story - and those who understand know the story is much more than the words, the true depths are found between the lines, which is why we write, cha know), but i must discipline myself to get some sleep so the muscles recoop...

i hope you stay true to your dreams and trust yourself to do what you need to do to reach them... and may you be happy in your choices :)