knowledge and dexterity
April 25, 2005 monday - 15:11
every day i wake an hour later.
i dreamt of you. you put your arm around my waist, and i was insanely happy.
and i woke an hour later. maybe my eyes were squeezed shut, maybe my fingers clutched tightly to the blankets, maybe i dared not let this dream go.
in wakedness, you are so far away, a name on my msn list, barred from me with a (Busy). you are moving further away from me, and every smile, every word, every joke is like a veil falling over your face. i cannot see you any more.
i am not allowed to love you.
so i don't.