December 4, 2010 - 2:00
I woke up this morning in great discord.
I had the dream about her again. ******** i'll call her, like the Pink Turns Blue song, for confidentiality. An old love, one that is no longer of this world of the living. A victim by her own hand; suicide. It felt so real, I could hear her sombre voice. She said: "Don't worry about me. I'm okay now." And I believed her.
I miss her. But at the same time I know it's just an effigy in my own psyche playing tricks on my heart. I sort of blame myself, even though it's a tragedy that I had no part in. I hope she no longer suffers. A whimsy of the worst breed.
"Someday the dream will end,
and when it does, my pain will mend."
I had the dream about her again. ******** i'll call her, like the Pink Turns Blue song, for confidentiality. An old love, one that is no longer of this world of the living. A victim by her own hand; suicide. It felt so real, I could hear her sombre voice. She said: "Don't worry about me. I'm okay now." And I believed her.
I miss her. But at the same time I know it's just an effigy in my own psyche playing tricks on my heart. I sort of blame myself, even though it's a tragedy that I had no part in. I hope she no longer suffers. A whimsy of the worst breed.
"Someday the dream will end,
and when it does, my pain will mend."
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