Its hard to communicate anything exactly and thats why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

He dreamed of funeral love but dreams crumble and the tomb abides

At other times at the edge of a wood especially at dusk the trees themselves would assume strange shapes sometimes they were arms rising heavenwards or else the trunk would twist and turn like a body being bent by the wind. At night when I woke up and the moon and the stars were out I would see in the sky things that filled me simultaneously with dread and longing. I remember that once one Christmas Eve I saw a great naked women standing erect with rolling eyes she must have been a hundred feet high but along she drifted growing ever longer and ever thinner and finally fell apart each limb remaining separate with the head floating away first as the rest of her body continued to waver

At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallow or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.

By trying to understand everything everything makes me dream

Thought is the greatest of pleasures pleasure itself is only imaginationhave you ever enjoyed anything more than your dreams