Friday, January 22, 2010

Inside and outside of the dream

had a dream about her, I seemed to be lost and my feet were bare, there were french kisses and then an abrupt departure, (like there always is). When I awoke my mind went back to the time when I was with her, outside of dream, remembering her affection and the coldness of the climate inside of the weather. And I took h...er with me into my day, struggling to make sense of where she really was as regards me
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