It's just one of those days.
The weekends just fly by while the weekdays freeze in time.
I had an odd dream last night inside another dream. weird. And my dad was alive. He put some money into a toy machine to get a toy for Christopher, and even though I was only about 11, I started bawling and held onto him tightly. He asked, "What's wrong, Ashy?" And I replied in between sobbing, "I want to hold onto you... because, because.. you're going to be gone soon."
I had an odd dream last night inside another dream. weird. And my dad was alive. He put some money into a toy machine to get a toy for Christopher, and even though I was only about 11, I started bawling and held onto him tightly. He asked, "What's wrong, Ashy?" And I replied in between sobbing, "I want to hold onto you... because, because.. you're going to be gone soon."