U-Street, Washington, DC

All the things that passed with their thoughts, and sentiments, everything I felt this past week, this past year, and since I've had my own consciousness, Robin Thicke said it so amazingly succinct and perfect:


I would be you, you would be me 
We would be one, we would be just fine  
The ice caps wouldn't be melting 
And neither would I
I would just drive my big old car 
 And everything would be alright 
And energy would just fall down  
Right from the sky, yeah
Words would fly right from out of my mind 
Out of my mind into your heart and into your life  
And everything would sound just right  
And no one would stop me from drinking my wine
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld  
It's more than a dream  
Dreamworld, that's my dreamworld  
And I wanna live in my dream, dream
For the real world just don't feel right 
I wouldn't spend my days searching for  
Searching for lost time  
Yeah hey, dream
I wouldn't be so damn sensitive  
I'd let things go by  
No matter what the weather, 
I'd learn to change I'd change with the time, yeah
And every time I need my man, he'd appear right by me 
He hold me tight, treat me right  
And tell me that everything is gonna be Is gonna be alright, alright
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld
I would tell Van Gogh that he was loved 
There's no need to cry 
I would say to Marvin Gay "Your father didn't want you to die"
Dream, there would be no black or white  
The world would just treat me right 
 Dream, I could go down to Mississippi  
And no one would look at me twice, hey
That's my dreamworld, that's my dreamworld  
It's more than a dream  
Dreamworld, that's my dreamworld  
And I wanna live in the dream
Let's dream, let's dream  
Let's dream, dream on  
Dream on, dream on Dream on
 
yeah Dream.

I am done with bars, with vapid conversation in them, and the emptiness I feel standing there above liquor soaked floors and drunken messes, especially, if my shoes have been scuffed.


via RT with slight edits