Function Of Life

Diary Of My Dreams

Longing

Haven't had much dreams lately. Except for this one yesterday.  You know those dreams that leave you sleepwalking through the rest of the day? I got a call from someone whom I couldn't even remember. Sure, it's that sweet girl you met someday, maybe months or years ago. It came like a long forgotten memory, there's nothing like dream belief in instant past . We could have been together for a lifetime. That's what it felt like anyway. It felt like all the love of these years crashed into me the moment I saw her for the first time. She even kissed me. We kissed for a long time. The longest time I could remember, anyway. Usually someone wakes you up about then. Maybe that's why you at least have the privilege of remembering them, she said. I'm going away. I could never go with her. She was gone without ever saying goodbye. I spent the rest of the dream running around, asking people where she was. She left a message, but I could never read it entirely; As dreams sometimes don't allow you to read things. If she would have told me. It was a dream, but I never remember feeling something like it. I spent the rest of it walking across the dreamscape, mourning, I couldn't stop crying, it felt like it'd rained. I woke up and it was raining that night... If I could feel her once again, even for those miliseconds, I'd wake up a thousand times.

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