a song in which to weep
Dreamt about Anton last night for the first time in a very long while. I wonder why ...
The only thing I can think of is because I put the covers back on the completed writing journal so I was faced with those arresting ice blue eyes for the first time in a long while. Dear Anton. At once a stranger and familiar.
Didn't do much in the dream. Some sort of family gathering clashing with some television show. Was Pierce Brosnan there? Some really hot movie actor I was eyeing but then got quite distracted because Anton was doing something in his own absorbed way, oblivious and uncaring of everyone else. And again, I was fascinated, just watching, not even wanting to approach or interact, just content to be near and be witness.
Dear Anton. You might hate the novel I'm writing for you. No, you won't care at all.
but i won't be weeping long.
The only thing I can think of is because I put the covers back on the completed writing journal so I was faced with those arresting ice blue eyes for the first time in a long while. Dear Anton. At once a stranger and familiar.
Didn't do much in the dream. Some sort of family gathering clashing with some television show. Was Pierce Brosnan there? Some really hot movie actor I was eyeing but then got quite distracted because Anton was doing something in his own absorbed way, oblivious and uncaring of everyone else. And again, I was fascinated, just watching, not even wanting to approach or interact, just content to be near and be witness.
Dear Anton. You might hate the novel I'm writing for you. No, you won't care at all.
but i won't be weeping long.