March 23, 2003
Dreamery
He tells me of a dream he had. My throat was slit before his eyes, his warning shout come a moment too late. When next he was threatened, he met the blade with apathy. I was already gone. Death would be a reunion.
"It's sappy and weird, but..."
Yeah, it feels like that for me, too. Only I'm awake most of the time.
astera at 7:21 p.m.