satanspetcat

Where better to write shit down than where people whom you do not know beyond the electronic realm will read it? Well, might read it, for somehow long paragraphs of typed, post-adolescent meandering is hardly likely to gather some attention. However, if you're into that sort of thing, please read on.

To begin, the short version: I'm lonely and want someone in my arms.

Long Version (The stories of a fucked up dream):
For the last months I've lived pretty far away from my girlfriend, and, obviously, it's been pretty hard. Last night I dreamed that I lived somewhere new and different, just like when I moved here. Sometime into my dream a friend of mine introduced me to a girl who I felt I'd met before. And although she looked a little like my girlfriend, she was a different person and introduced herself as a friend from way back. As it were, we ended up sleeping in the same bed because of limited accomodations, however my obligation was present in my mind. As we spoke in the dark she told me she loved me, and I told her that I knew, and that I was sorry that it wouldn't work out, maybe in another life.

What if that was another life?

For moments later I found myself wrapped in her arms, lips locked together sharing each others warmth. Such a new a wonderful place, a body to explore, to learn all over again, to look upon and splendor. Only to awaken in a sweat worrying that I had done something terrible. It was wonderful and terrible all at the same time. I spend so much time exuding a practiced disinterest and fear here, I worry that when I return home I won't be able to resume who I really wish to be.

Four weeks. Not even, and then I shall be home, so wonderful.