Wednesday
dreams come in many colors. red, green, yellow, blue.
I had a purple dream last night. No, it wasn't gay or anything. It was just.... scary.
It's those recurring dreams again, the kind that was senseless and meaningless but you feel sure it made sense back when.
It was that boy again. It's always been that little boy. Running at the mangosteen and disappearing. I chased him and then he was swinging at the swing. I was catching moonbeams with him at broad daylight.
WHO ARE YOU.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007