& i had the most incredible dream last night

[one of those that you can actually smell & taste & feel]

he was in it

we were in a little outdoor cafe

with luscious purple curtains

and deep blue painted walls with light blue stars

paint was dripping down the walls,

smudged & beautiful

[& he said i looked like a picture painted by a romantist, & i was his bold

unwavering color & beauty in this dark & depressed town.]

he wanted to escape with me

somewhere

noone has ever heard of

live off the 'fat of the land'

[because, he says, i dont eat enough]

& it would be like "What Dreams May Come"

& we could walk on water if we wanted

he said we'd come this far,

found eachother in this chaotic world

we could do anything, he said

as long as i don't leave.

[[but i am like anxious butterfly fluttering around from place to place never satisfied and i don't want to hurt him but i can't help being discontent with everything & counting the hours before i can float to somewhere else.]]

Listen to yourself now. Remember what the street man said who told you your fortune when you gave him the rest of your unfinished meal? he said "You will never be content. You will always guess time & think about what's next." You didn't believe him.

...well...do you believe him now?

<3<3<3

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