What Dreams May Come
We were walking down a long, winding dirt road that had grass filling the middle.
It was on the side of a hill. There weren't any trees, but rolling hills all around. We were on the largest.
The sky was the brightest blue I've ever seen and the sun was shining down on us. In the distance, we could see a storm was coming. Dark clouds were rolling in.
You walked toward me and that's when you kissed me. The look on your face was so sincere. Neither of us said a word.
Then you walked away and left me standing, watching. You didn't look back.
Ahead of you was a cornfield that spread out far and wide. You just walked right into it. I knew I couldn't follow. I wouldn't find you. I didn't think you wanted me to. You just left.
This was a dream I had a few nights ago. I usually don't see people's faces in my dreams, but I saw his. The people in my dreams I can always recognize, but I can never tell what they look like. This dream was so beautiful. I wish I had a photo of what we looked like standing there. I don't know what it means. My dreams are usually so crazy, I don't hold much stock in them. But, thinking about it now, I feel like crying.
It was on the side of a hill. There weren't any trees, but rolling hills all around. We were on the largest.
The sky was the brightest blue I've ever seen and the sun was shining down on us. In the distance, we could see a storm was coming. Dark clouds were rolling in.
You walked toward me and that's when you kissed me. The look on your face was so sincere. Neither of us said a word.
Then you walked away and left me standing, watching. You didn't look back.
Ahead of you was a cornfield that spread out far and wide. You just walked right into it. I knew I couldn't follow. I wouldn't find you. I didn't think you wanted me to. You just left.
This was a dream I had a few nights ago. I usually don't see people's faces in my dreams, but I saw his. The people in my dreams I can always recognize, but I can never tell what they look like. This dream was so beautiful. I wish I had a photo of what we looked like standing there. I don't know what it means. My dreams are usually so crazy, I don't hold much stock in them. But, thinking about it now, I feel like crying.