Huh.
So, I had this dream last night, and I can't for the life of me remember any of it apart from me taking half a stride across a room, but when I woke up I knew I was doing something important in that dream. Or at least that I was dreaming about something important. I don't remember. But afterwards I spent the entire morning thinking about someone I haven't thought about in a long while, at least properly. It might be because I have my laptop back now, and I'm listening to more than just the one playlist I had on repeat all summer. And now every other thing that comes on is one of his songs or shows, and it's a little heartbreaking.
I didn't know him. Can't remember a single conversation we may have ever had. But it still makes me cry, or at the very least very sad, and I'll fixate on it for the longest time. Perhaps it's just hero worship. But then you don't listen to someone's voice every day for three years without feeling a tiny bit attached, especially when through the madness you keep catching glimpses of what he was really like, and finding you've never respected anyone more than you have him. I wish I'd known him. He was everything I wish the world could be.
I didn't know him. Can't remember a single conversation we may have ever had. But it still makes me cry, or at the very least very sad, and I'll fixate on it for the longest time. Perhaps it's just hero worship. But then you don't listen to someone's voice every day for three years without feeling a tiny bit attached, especially when through the madness you keep catching glimpses of what he was really like, and finding you've never respected anyone more than you have him. I wish I'd known him. He was everything I wish the world could be.