Absense

Sunday, November 27, 2005

 

water under the bridge

Every night I have the same dream where; you walk into a room with your black haired maven. Everyone cheers and applauds you and chants "Weiss-Reisman" Apparently a fusion of your two names. I feel such a sharp pain. And. I leave and we lock eyes and you know. The rest of the dream is me kicking the shit out of everything I see. And yelling. As if you couldn't hear me. It is a big scene. I become a monster. Every night of my life this little vulnerability is overtaking me.

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