the drying of your tears
today we escape
I don't dream like I used to. When I was little I always had these wild and intense dreams, waking up to a few marvelous seconds of doupt about whether it was real or not. Good or bad, at least they were vivid emotions. These days I just wake up feeling empty, as if sleeping drained me of all meaning and purpose and I rarely remember dreaming at all. Then gradually everything comes back to me, but waking up is no longer the thrilling explosion it once was. I miss that.
Earlier today I bumped into the boy with the soft hair as I was in a hurry to meet S. More or less running away from him, turning back as if to say sorry, I heard him ask why I haven't yet called him. Before I even thought about it I answered "oh, I have so many offers".
Why did I do that?