We went to an amusement park or something, her in her dad's van and me somehow on my bicycle. Her dad took my things and told me he'd put them away somewhere safe, before we knew it he was out of sight and we ventured into the grounds. When concession stands pop up in your dreams, the prizes are never cotton-candy and blow-up dolls from shows you've never heard of. They're things that generally interest you-- in this case, it was synth-modulators and miniature keyboards. And as we walked in and out, I could tell she was bored but that she was trying for me.
We had our arms over each other like we occasionally used to, seemingly happy in love. I was still trying to recognize her, she seemed younger than in recent pictures I'd seen. We danced in and out of the spectators and visitors. Before we knew it our lips were hitting each other like violent asteroids creating craters, at least on my end of things. But it all came to an end as quickly as it had started, she was gone quietly and in the dark. I started searching for my belongings but couldn't find them anywhere, and the lights in the amusement park were turning off at a rapid rate.
It was then that I awoke, and my heart started crying like a singing saw.
Do you still dream about me?
And what do I look like?
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
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