It's those dreams again.
Making me afraid to go to sleep,
Making me want to sleep even more.
Except that each time I have them they get more vivid.
Each time there's more and I can't get away.
It's like I want to run but I also want to stay.
That image is all I see, all around me.
Floating in space, frozen in time.
That beautiful, sad face haunting my very core.
Sometimes it's in color and sometimes it's not.
Sometimes I see it from a different angle.
Sometimes I'm seeing the photo on a screen,
Sometimes I'm actually right there by him.
Sometimes I wake, gasping for air, crawling away from nothing.
Sometimes I wake up crying, cradling my pillow to my chest as if I'm actually there.
That's what's scary about dreams.
You are there.
And you can't get away from dreams.
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Short Stories Of Love (COMPLETED)
RomansaI may not be able to give all this love to the one who doesn't know I'm here but why let it go to waste when I can let it overflow here?
