Dream
The confort that ensued when I realized I was sleeping on a pint of vanilla bean ice cream. It wasn't cold and did not leave a sticky residue on my skin. With that fragrance its no wonder why I slept so well. I felt very euphoric as I rolled around, sinking my limbs into the treat. I never wanted to get up. I felt if I did get up the cold, harsh reality would encompass my spirits.
But I had to face it at some point. It was the same morning routine. Checking my email, reading posts. I had a new friend on my list this time, old_prospector I think his handle was. I knew this person well, but couldn't remember his first name. The message was clear. Although he never mentioned my name in his posts before I was aware of the comments directed towards me. It read something like this:
"As the evening wanes I only regret you thinking of me. Time passes and things change as we grow more knowledgable of eachother. Your intrigue has lost its scintillation. What I wanted, what I think you may want will never be. Had you asked me back then I would have told you. Had you told me I may have laughed. The vague games you play only benefit your facade. You're a caricature and I am surfeited."
But I had to face it at some point. It was the same morning routine. Checking my email, reading posts. I had a new friend on my list this time, old_prospector I think his handle was. I knew this person well, but couldn't remember his first name. The message was clear. Although he never mentioned my name in his posts before I was aware of the comments directed towards me. It read something like this:
"As the evening wanes I only regret you thinking of me. Time passes and things change as we grow more knowledgable of eachother. Your intrigue has lost its scintillation. What I wanted, what I think you may want will never be. Had you asked me back then I would have told you. Had you told me I may have laughed. The vague games you play only benefit your facade. You're a caricature and I am surfeited."