I’m afraid to sleep after the entire dream I had of us holding each other and sobbing. It is like torture to live with your memory haunting my thoughts, my dreams, my aspirations still. It honestly makes me want to crawl out of my skin knowing the depths of my soul and knowing that I let you near them, for you to toss my energy, my love, my friendship aside. I can’t tolerate that thought. I can’t tolerate that this is what it became. I can’t tolerate we don’t even speak the others name or share the same strange because we might brush and emotion would erupt. Its gravy on the surface but whats beneath has a greater purpose, its gravy on the surface but whats beautiful is worth it.
