Past Dreams, Tense Future.*[Written and kept out of plain sight]*
I can't sleep, and it wasn't through sleeping through "Demolition Man" after a full day of solid, tiring training either.
It's...not a big deal...or shouldn't be...
Where to begin?
I've known how it went. How it happened. When it happened. I know what was. What did happen. What has happened.
And then this goddamn thing happens.
I swear, this dream I had, felt so real. From the smooth texture of the leaves, to the moisture breezing through the balmy jungle air, to the dirt, leaves, vines and other plants under my feet.
I saw the jungle, but the encampment wasn't a research facility. It was more like just a home. Felt like home. Looked like home.
It felt so real, I actually forgot about the rising waters that just...happened.
No miserable Scrooges trying to take inherit...the point being...it was bliss.
The pain didn't even hit me until I saw Kory. I must have looked like a deer in headlights. I had to get out of there. I could feel the old feelings flooding back, like I was that lost little boy again.
It was...mom was there, and dad...both looking how I remember them, happy, together, and...
Damnit! I can't even finish sentences without this goddamn salt in the wound! Ripped from a false world, but the details..."the devil's in the details" fits here, maybe not the right context but...
Maybe sleep will dull this ache. That's something I can try...if I could sleep! I'm wide goddamn awake!
Why? Why did it have to seem THAT real?! If it was ill-fitting, or false in any context I could tell, even in my sleep tell it was wrong, that I could shrug off, but...
I feel like...like...
Where did I put that Meteora CD? Track two might help send my subconscious a message. Some irony in track six. Track thirteen might help the stress.
Maybe.
I hope.
It's...not a big deal...or shouldn't be...
Where to begin?
I've known how it went. How it happened. When it happened. I know what was. What did happen. What has happened.
And then this goddamn thing happens.
I swear, this dream I had, felt so real. From the smooth texture of the leaves, to the moisture breezing through the balmy jungle air, to the dirt, leaves, vines and other plants under my feet.
I saw the jungle, but the encampment wasn't a research facility. It was more like just a home. Felt like home. Looked like home.
It felt so real, I actually forgot about the rising waters that just...happened.
No miserable Scrooges trying to take inherit...the point being...it was bliss.
The pain didn't even hit me until I saw Kory. I must have looked like a deer in headlights. I had to get out of there. I could feel the old feelings flooding back, like I was that lost little boy again.
It was...mom was there, and dad...both looking how I remember them, happy, together, and...
Damnit! I can't even finish sentences without this goddamn salt in the wound! Ripped from a false world, but the details..."the devil's in the details" fits here, maybe not the right context but...
Maybe sleep will dull this ache. That's something I can try...if I could sleep! I'm wide goddamn awake!
Why? Why did it have to seem THAT real?! If it was ill-fitting, or false in any context I could tell, even in my sleep tell it was wrong, that I could shrug off, but...
I feel like...like...
Where did I put that Meteora CD? Track two might help send my subconscious a message. Some irony in track six. Track thirteen might help the stress.
Maybe.
I hope.