What dreams may come
"Your name is the splinter inside me while I wait..."
Everytime I think that I've gotten them all worked out, something happens, and another one shifts, and reminds me that I still remember her, that I haven't forgotten. As if I could forget. And then, when she comes to me in a dream, sitting at a table, listening to XPN, writing me a letter, telling me how amazing she thinks this calendar that I've made is, apparently, a seal I made for a fake travel ad really impressed her. "Ocean World, where the tides bring you back around again." With little palm trees and stucco buildings in this little circle. And when she looked up at me and smiled, my heart froze in my chest, and I woke up.
So, like an idiot, I sit here, listen to Joshua Radin (because that's just teh AWESOEM for not being emo) and wish that dreams were reality...but know that dreams are there for a reason, and that if I still have a dream, then I am still alive. Even if it does hurt a little bit...right now.