Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Things will never be like they were, because I am not who I was.
Lots of dreams lately about being in love. Weird how intensely you can feel something in your dreams. You think you've all but forgotten that feeling... then it shows up one night and you wake up feeling so peaceful and happy... even knowing that it wasn't real, it's reassuring to know you at least still have the capacity for true love.
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I love dreams. For eight hours every night, my mind can believe what it wants to, and no one can tell it otherwise. For the person who accepts me as am, without judgement or critism, I invite them to meet me in my dreams.
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