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. diaryland | archive | newest entry | profile
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