A Dream within a Dream

Edgar Allen Poe wrote in 1827 :

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow -

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if Hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand -

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep - while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

Things come and go so quickly; life is like a dream. It tends to be the good things that go to quickly, like a good dream. While the things that we wish would just go away are like nightmares that come back to haunt you...Sometimes even haunting you in your wakeful hours...

...the beginning...

Lets start by saying you don't know me. Through things I might say you might start to think you know me or have known me, but remember, you don't. You don't know where I've been, what I've seen, or what I feel. And just like me, you don't know where I'll go, what I'll see, or how I'll feel tomorrow.

I don't mean to sound so forboding but I don't want you, the reader, to think you can expect anything. I don't want you to think, not even for an instant, you know me and you know what today will bring.

You might have wondered what a blog called '...Beautiful Lies...' was all about; now I'll give you the best answer I can...

Everytime you finish reading what I have written for you that day or week, I want you to stop and ask yourself, "is that true?" or "did that happen?" I'm not saying I'm writing you a mystery novel through blogs. I assure you; some of what I write will be real, true, and factual. What I wont assure you of is, what.