#LatePost from last week. Hangin out in the garage on a hot day, had some time to kill waitin on @chielseajoice.
I look good. 😉
#FaceHair #Mustache #GreatDay
I saw your face in my dream.
It has been a long while since you’ve shown your face there. It’s been even longer since I’ve had a nightmare.
Yet here you were, and you reminded me how to feel fear.
I stood near you, and looked at you through a mirror.
I was in the shower, you outside of it.
I held in my arms a thought of someone from the past, insignificant and lustful, only for a short moment. I told you that it was a foolish thought, errant running through my mind. You accepted this. Your reflection did not.
A few moments later I consciously changed my dreamscape. That is how fearful I felt. I had to escape. It was abnormal.
Only moments later the creeping feeling returned. I was on my motorcycle, almost completely tricked into thinking I was now awake. Riding in the middle of the night, but there were no lights on this street, where normally it would be quite lit up by stores, gas stations, and street lights. Then she died, and I had to pull into a parking lot. I pushed her around until I came next to a car, shaped like an SUV, but angled up at the back end, with doors opening like a Lamborghini’s. I walk up warily, expecting trouble, and out of the corner of my eye, I see a shadow walking in the dark behind me.
I quickly turn to see the body move violently, as if it had hurled an object in my direction. It had. I felt the fear come back as it flew past my face… Or did it? It could have hit me as I turned my head back. I felt it. I shot awake.
I was only asleep for 30 minutes.
And now I speak to another.
You woke up as well, unsure if you were still dreaming, from a nightmare, after 30 minutes. We went to sleep together, and woke from a scare together. I’m glad you’ve been here for me. I appreciate it. I do.❤️
On my 50th birthday, I want my top 50 favorite cakes from the specific bakeries that I like.
I cannot say that I know those 50 yet but by then I will.
We will die that year, from cake overload.
I’m scared to write poems about you.
6. 30. 14(via thefigtreeproject)
Don’t be. 😘
Kinda bummed we didn’t go for sushi yesterday.
I think we made up for it. 😉
How I feel when I walk around with Trouble.