. like there's no happiness to find.
This morning, I had a dream.
I was on a journey, and there was a man laying beside me. We were side by side in a bed, but we never really see each other, but we are there, and we are experiencing the same things.
We are on a journey.
At the end, we become aware of each other by my face brushing against his mouth, which is scratchy from unshaven hairs. Everything inside me wants to kiss this man beside me, and to hold him and be enveloped in his aura of being. I want to be one with him. He is everything to me.
I love him more than anything else I have ever known.
...and I find that he loves me the same.
Then the real world comes knocking, and I awake. Ever since, I still feel this presence, and I seem to feel this person, and I wonder if it means something. Maybe it's a sign of hope, that there is someone out there that is a part of me.
It's a very unreal feeling; very disconcerting. I felt like I was being held earlier at work, and I winced because what memory it brought came back from the dream, that that's who it felt like.
this is all very extraordinary