Dreams and Wakings

[mme_furiosa]

This morning, another dream of Steve. They just keep coming.

In this one, separated by a veil of unreality, we type messages to one another on a floating screen, and he shows me all the art he might have made, one day, had he lived to do so.

I walk up behind him, shirtless,  in a doorway, touch his bare back and am shocked that he is real.

I type

Comments

[mme_furiosa]

I don't know what to make of all of it, but the dreams make e feel better, as though we are coming to some sort of resolution.

I've never lost a lover, or a grandparent. Just good friends. But suicide is different. It is a choice, and that makes it so much more difficult to accept.

It's a huge part of being human, I'm afraid.

[mme_furiosa]

Oh! I hope they were awesome, retro sunglasses.

What a funny dream...

[ayoub]

*hugs you tight*

[mme_furiosa]

right back at you