that you were lost
and looking for me
that i was far away and caught
by something silent and small
that had cold fingers
with small sharp nails
that coiled around me
leaving me still and silent
while i heard you far far away
wandering and wondering
looking though the shadows for me
and there we were
in the dark alone together
you and i
and all the things keeping us apart
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its a comforting sadness, this one.
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speaking of dreams,
i woke up at four in the morning with the most incredible memory in my head.
everyone,
(not necessarily meaning anything, just the word i unconsciously used to describe at the time,)
everyone had the same reoccuring dream, where you would always wake up in the same place,
and from there you could go as far in any direction that you could, exploring the entirety of this seperate world. but when the sun rose you would wake up in the same place that you started.
it was a beautiful world, and a dying world, and a horror of a world. i saw it like it was the future,
fields and fields we ran through as werewolves, ducking the sun for as long as we could.
i had this dream three times, and the third time i went the opposite direction i had before, and found my house in a row of square white houses. and everything was black and white and blue, from the doors to the kitten to the caterpillar crawling across my path.
it was the most interesting dream ive had in a while,
YOU ARE AMAZING.
thank you thank you thank you.
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