when we dream
i was once told
i once read
i once heard in passing: that there is growth in dreaming.
last night i dreamt that i saw you again. i tried to keep my anger at bay, but it kept coming out in different ways, ways that we could both see and feel. daggers in my eyes, the poison in my voice. it couldn't be hidden. i felt desperate to keep the emotions from you, and desperate to let it all out as well. so i poked you, hard enough that you almost bled.
out came a pitiful yelp. i wanted to hit you again, but i could see how close you were to tears, not because of my poking you, but because of that quick glimpse into my pent-up anger. you were truly repentant, but powerless in healing the wounds that you had caused in the past.
that was when i saw all that had festered up within me, and between the two of us. i knew that all my anger towards you was useless. and that revenge would only make things worse.
i reached out and pulled you towards me. locked in an embrace, i told you that i was so, so sorry, and we wept.
i once read
i once heard in passing: that there is growth in dreaming.
last night i dreamt that i saw you again. i tried to keep my anger at bay, but it kept coming out in different ways, ways that we could both see and feel. daggers in my eyes, the poison in my voice. it couldn't be hidden. i felt desperate to keep the emotions from you, and desperate to let it all out as well. so i poked you, hard enough that you almost bled.
out came a pitiful yelp. i wanted to hit you again, but i could see how close you were to tears, not because of my poking you, but because of that quick glimpse into my pent-up anger. you were truly repentant, but powerless in healing the wounds that you had caused in the past.
that was when i saw all that had festered up within me, and between the two of us. i knew that all my anger towards you was useless. and that revenge would only make things worse.
i reached out and pulled you towards me. locked in an embrace, i told you that i was so, so sorry, and we wept.