I dreamed. Things I never really want to dream of again, because it brings back things that I rather not remember. Or feel. I'd rather shove it to the back of my memories for all eternity, or I'd rather shove it out of my mind forever.
It left me with something missing, for a fleeting moment an emptiness that was soon plugged with the days activities. Dreams that dissipates upon the return to reality, until you're left grasping for the edges, until those too fade. And I awoke wondering whether it was all a dream. Yet again it was.
I hate how snippets of reality unfold like a movie in dreams. A small comment, a fleeting glance and they become more than they actually are.
或者只是我的感覺
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