Rendezvous
30 January 06 : 11.24 AM
It was terrible and I woke up crying. I woke up crying and crying and I fell back to sleep only to cry in my dreams again. Nice dreams don't follow through consciousness that's why this did, and I woke up remembering every single exquisite detail in the dream like a tattoo. It was so bad, I felt like hurting myself.
I need Jules' words like those I recited at 4.17am, sit by Ronald MacDonald's, laughing, laughing and laughing, hold Ruby's arm while we walk in almost-morning chillness at 2am like we did last night.
I really don't need dreams of sad-eyed boys to kill me that way.