I suppose you can take your dreams for granted ........ if you choose......
Its strikes Gabriel as if we are all trying to or attempting to or actually capturing something..... well at least for a little while.
"We are all at home somewhere" Gabriel Flatbush.
Increasing time in bed, there is a lazy thought.
Riding an old bicycle off a bridge and falling to safety........ there were no guardrails....... and off he went....scrambling in thin air like a cat on a hot tin roof....
Less traction....... then a cartoon character.... but somehow he just made it to the next lower bridge....it was hard and made of red brick........ he got his knees skinned up a bit.... he looked up like a cur eyes rolled back in his skull.... an Orange Cat......... He looked above himself.... and let out a MEOW!
but he figured it was much better then falling the hundreds of feet to a certain death... it seemed to hold no appeal down there at the craggy bottom where his bicycle now laid all bent up and broken.........
"We are all at home somewhere"
We seem fixated on always having to be "capturing something"
OH WELL......... I suppose.
It's somebody's birthday today............. Happy Birthday
Gabriel Flatbush.
