Hmm well before I met you in person Gabby had mentioned you and you sounded like a pretty cool lady. As I started to talk to you I thought you were my kind of people, we had a lot of common interests and when I finally met you after all that time I felt like I’ve known you much longer than I had.
It’s like I can’t sleep without dreaming of something. Whether the dreams are good or bad. I always wake up feeling strange. Today i woke up feeling sad with a bit of nostalgia and confusion.
A dream is a succession of images, thoughts, sounds, or emotions which pass through the mind during sleep. The content and purpose of dreams are not fully understood, though they have been a topic of speculation and interest
" And do these dreams have any meaning, no I think it’s more like a ghost that’s been following us both, something vague that were not seeing, something more like a feeling"
You’re the echoes of my everything, You’re the emptiness the whole world sings at night. You’re the laziness of afternoon, You’re the reason why I burst and why I bloom. You’re the leaky sink of sentiment, You’re the failed attempts I never could forget. You’re the metaphors I can’t create to comprehend this curse that I call love.. How will I break the news to you?