catching dreams

She never really believed in love. Being loved, maybe. Loving, not so much. It sounds stupid once said, to be honest, but stupid things are fun, like stupid jokes once told and remembered much. She could have believed and yet, she never truly had a reason why. Never felt it. Maybe she did and decided to stop. It hurts to love and not be loved. In the end, it all falls in to space like words into blank page. In the, it is nothing but a word.
And then it was strange, feelings collapsed and walls came down. A new kind of naked confidence. Alone you stand, safe but cold, alone in a world of stars and nowhere lands and trees that carry apples and lights and over cast furry funny animals. And madness seams to go insane by letting selves walk in. Beings. It is infinite you know. Tides break like legs and fingers and skulls. With out a motion or a thought. She just knows. And knowing sucks!. And watching King just… it’s the best. His readings, who knows –too scared to read ‘em- but the things on scrip rock. Its like, what’s going on in his brain? It must indeed be a very frightening place. And still, so human. Funny.
Fear, just like knowing, sucks. She knows.

The Dreamcatcher: This is our twentieth year coming out here to "Hole In The Wall", and fuck me Freddy, here's to twenty more.