They say that in your dreams you can be anything you want. You can travel to incredible places.
I can no longer even dream the world I want. My dreams now are too strange, inscrutable, and usually end with a group of people watching tv.
And in so many of them I see you across a room, near but too far.
Another month. Another Monday.
For some time now it’s felt as if everything is about to fall apart. I’ve been standing on the edge for so long, somehow managing to balance. There are all these saying about how things falling apart might be the best thing that’s ever happened to you, but I am extremely doubtful. I think I’d be too tired to build anything out of the rubble.
I know I cling too hard to things sometimes. It’s a side effect of loss.
If I look like I’m not affected by things, it’s because I’m so overwhelmed that I can’t begin to express it.
If this little piece of writing is a little lacking, it’s because I have so many thoughts running around in my head that catching one long enough to get it to stand still is nearly impossible.
I would like to tell you all my secrets, but then I’d have to let them go. And it’s hard to do that when I’m not sure I understand most of them myself.