dream confusion...
the day is not for the lonely, it has no place for memories- thought provoking hang ups are simply discards of time. It's right up there with putting on a lot of additional make-up just to ensure he notices you, he doesn't- stop trying so hard. The more you think and fetter on something doesn't make it real, even if it's put into print. Still fiction, quit wishing. write, if you must, but it still doesn't stake any sort of claim on reality. dreams don't make it so- they're not futurous.
last night I dreamt about a mixed up story of the first time mike and i kissed, and a false hope realized in the dream even. i knew i was dreaming but didn't care in the slightest, it was heart felt enough to question if i can still. feel.
we were in my car, we kissed once, got really excited about the instant electricity, and had to kiss again... and again... and again. the car is not in park, my feet slip, hit the gas and we ram into another car- laugh a bit, and kiss again. senselessly regarding other's properties, and staying in sync with the beat (remember, there's music to all of this to orchistrate the movements as smoothly as the tone)
what the f' does this mean?
over the weekend I dreamt of his parents, whom I'll probably never meet...
last night I dreamt about a mixed up story of the first time mike and i kissed, and a false hope realized in the dream even. i knew i was dreaming but didn't care in the slightest, it was heart felt enough to question if i can still. feel.
we were in my car, we kissed once, got really excited about the instant electricity, and had to kiss again... and again... and again. the car is not in park, my feet slip, hit the gas and we ram into another car- laugh a bit, and kiss again. senselessly regarding other's properties, and staying in sync with the beat (remember, there's music to all of this to orchistrate the movements as smoothly as the tone)
what the f' does this mean?
over the weekend I dreamt of his parents, whom I'll probably never meet...