Hataw Hanep Hero Aftermath and the Day After.
I'm supposed to put a post about HERO here but until a certain "plan" is realized, I refuse to be a spoiler.
So instead, make do with what I normally post.
Its funny how dreams can make you hope for something when you know that you shouldn't. And even if its just a dream and you know its not real, you just can't help but respond to it. Your body responds to the drama taking place in your mind, your heartbeat quickens, your chest tightens... As if everything was actually happening. And don't start thinking perversive thoughts here, this dream is GP.
Me and someone very special to me... Though I can only hope and pray for it to happen though the odds are against it.
Its been over 9 hours since waking but I can still remember the dream, vivid as if it was happening in front of me... I can remember everything about it, what we were wearing, the setting, the location, the position... just about everything about it. Even what we said to each other... I think that's why its burned into my mind... why I can't forget it...
I could talk about it in more detail... but I'd rather not in a public journal. This memory is for my personal journal here at home... If you tell people your dreams, the desires of your heart...
Then they won't ever come true...
Even if the chances of it happening are smaller than 1/1,000,000,000,000 of a percent... I'll still wait and hope. Until waiting becomes meaningless...
So instead, make do with what I normally post.
Its funny how dreams can make you hope for something when you know that you shouldn't. And even if its just a dream and you know its not real, you just can't help but respond to it. Your body responds to the drama taking place in your mind, your heartbeat quickens, your chest tightens... As if everything was actually happening. And don't start thinking perversive thoughts here, this dream is GP.
Me and someone very special to me... Though I can only hope and pray for it to happen though the odds are against it.
Its been over 9 hours since waking but I can still remember the dream, vivid as if it was happening in front of me... I can remember everything about it, what we were wearing, the setting, the location, the position... just about everything about it. Even what we said to each other... I think that's why its burned into my mind... why I can't forget it...
I could talk about it in more detail... but I'd rather not in a public journal. This memory is for my personal journal here at home... If you tell people your dreams, the desires of your heart...
Then they won't ever come true...
Even if the chances of it happening are smaller than 1/1,000,000,000,000 of a percent... I'll still wait and hope. Until waiting becomes meaningless...