strange sightings in sleep
i saw you. barely having the chance to speak to you, you were suddenly gone. in a car driven by your mom. what? in a former school in my hometown. not saying goodbye. does this mean goodbye? dreams are not what they seem. what if they are actually what they seem? how to tell this difference. my pscyhe feeling and absorbing human energies, flow of emotion. anticipation. communication. let’s have a long talk. let’s have a whole day of talking…for such a simple wishful thinking, this one seems impossible. patience. soon, i know it will. waiting for the time to go by. i’m guilty of waiting. who is not? i am seduced by the tempting notion of naive and innocent longing of bodies, soul, sound and laughter. if only to communicate through conventions other than words and see the world from those wide, childlike eyes. to share a pair of eyes and peek through rose-tinted glasses. foggy. blissful. blissful. dreamlike. sigthing you in my not-so deep, disorienting slumber.
