.oO(Sometimes I blur the edges.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 23 October 2009: on his sleeve. I could cry, which is senseless. You know those dreams that are so scary, that you wake up terrified still? Or when you dream that someone does something terrible to you, and you wake up still mad at them? It was something along those lines. I dreamt that I was there. I was standing across from him, trying to introduce myself as if we'd never spoken before - but my mouth wouldn't comply with my mind. All I wanted to say was 'hello', but all I could keep repeating was: "I'm caught in a backlash I kept reciting it as if I were reading it over and over, and I was crying the entire time - partially because I was so frustrated and trying NOT to say that, and partially because I meant it so wholly. Now, even though I've been awake for a while, I'm still upset. Ridiculous. File this under 'best friends and old dreams'. -Lisa. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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