Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 64 Everything was white, but there was nothing there. Just you and I. There it was warm. And soft. But, there was nothing. Maybe the warmth was your body, or your breath. I think you touched my hair and my face. I remember I was happy. Grateful. Comfortable. Just you and I and this giant white. I never saw your face, but I knew it was you. You see, I was okay yesterday. Even better last night. But, when I woke up this morning I was angry, frustrated, sad. And I understand your dream a little better now. 8:57 p.m. - 2002-08-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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