i dreamt about you last night again. it was so unsettling. i can't tell you in person because you are never around so i suppose i will tell it here, as if i am telling you really.
i saw you sitting in a classroom and went to join you. i can't remember the circumstances now of how we came together, something about funerals and destructive people, but you passed me a note that said you would always watch me. i loved it. there were numbers and letters on it but it all jumbled up in my mind. you grabbed my hand and we went to a truck. there were instruments in the truck. we hugged and kissed and grabbed and held. it felt so real that i wanted to shout at her that this fruit was coming around, not being an idiot, and that this could really work. you left but were never far from my mind.
this is so surrealist of me. i just woke up.
now i am lying in bed with my laptop on my chest, well my ribs really, and i can barely keep my eyes open. i have research to do and novels to read and yoga to settle this unsettled mind. but i don't want to be bothered by any of it. i want to curl up, fall back to sleep and slip into the place that i left behind.
