Lucid dreaming...
So...that girl I've been speaking of, you remember the one, real sweetheart, but apparently has a serious issue with me now? Yeah...well...we've been doing this on and off feuding deal...yet I still have some lingering feelings...I truly want to just shut them off, let her get on her with life without me, but...I get signs to do otherwise...yes, me...the skeptic getting 'signs'. Last night's dream...I feel was one of them. I don't invest in dreams usually because they are the mind's way of just interpreting our inner-selves but for once in my miserable little life; I feel like it...matters more than just the subconscious...like a vision...so vivid...yet so picturesque..
We stood together exchanging conversations, silly little nothings, making one another laugh, giggle, smile, though it seemed like the smiles came regardless without effort, just to have one another's company, it felt like one of those romantic comedies I groan about, but yet I chuckle when the dream comes to mind. It was a beautiful day, she looked ravishing, absolutely stunning, granted it wasn't hard for her, but still...I couldn't take my eyes off of her, as if I was staring at a sunset over Misquamicut Beach, only the beauty of the splendor I beheld did not fade into darkness, where a pale moon would take it's place. It was constant, like the constellations.
She kissed me without warning, softly, tenderly, the way only lovers kiss. Where lips press against one another in a sense of rhythmic harmony and this unexplained energy. I felt at that moment, if I let go I would fall and remain in the blackest ocean abyss, with lidless eyes forever...staring at the dark, ignorant, despite my eternal vigilance. She climbed upon me afterwards, speaking only with her gaze...eventually, we made passionate love to one another...intense, powerful kind of love, only found in Shakespearean plays...I remember a release...and then sweeping off her feet...and bringing her back to our home...
Stranger and stranger...I swear...
I don't know what to say except...it compels me to stick around. I got this feeling she's worth it...
We stood together exchanging conversations, silly little nothings, making one another laugh, giggle, smile, though it seemed like the smiles came regardless without effort, just to have one another's company, it felt like one of those romantic comedies I groan about, but yet I chuckle when the dream comes to mind. It was a beautiful day, she looked ravishing, absolutely stunning, granted it wasn't hard for her, but still...I couldn't take my eyes off of her, as if I was staring at a sunset over Misquamicut Beach, only the beauty of the splendor I beheld did not fade into darkness, where a pale moon would take it's place. It was constant, like the constellations.
She kissed me without warning, softly, tenderly, the way only lovers kiss. Where lips press against one another in a sense of rhythmic harmony and this unexplained energy. I felt at that moment, if I let go I would fall and remain in the blackest ocean abyss, with lidless eyes forever...staring at the dark, ignorant, despite my eternal vigilance. She climbed upon me afterwards, speaking only with her gaze...eventually, we made passionate love to one another...intense, powerful kind of love, only found in Shakespearean plays...I remember a release...and then sweeping off her feet...and bringing her back to our home...
Stranger and stranger...I swear...
I don't know what to say except...it compels me to stick around. I got this feeling she's worth it...