strange dreams.

dreams of old stuff.

residual lingerings in the morning.

sometimes i wish i could dream about him as though i'd been born blind and deaf. never having seen or heard or read anything. unable to overthink. just a dream of texture and smells.

probably would have the same effect.

when elvis walked me down the aisle, strumming love me tender. i never thought i'd feel so far away from this one person as i often do now. although we're probably closer than we'd been since we broke up.

i had something else to say but the heat sucked it right out.

i'm more dynamic in a group than one on one.

talk about a change.

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