Location: 21:00 yest, ordering another roti in Jackson Heights
Mood: full
Music: remember when you used to pick out my shirts?
What do you think of those happy dreams where you wake up and it was just that – a happy dream? Is it better to have them so it’s real, if only for a bit, or not have them at all?
I’ve been sleeping very little these days and it shows on my face. But this week I dreamt of my possible pasts.
Once got into a stupid argument with No 2. I went off to class, then to my usual study place in the library and there she was. She drove two hours to see me. I guess I dreamt of it causa my brother visiting me. She’s married now and happy I heard. I’m glad. I was just awful to her. Awful.
S’bad enough I run into old ghosts on the streets. Now they’re visiting me in my dreams.
Should you need me this weekend, I’ll be the dude swimming in a vat of rum. Please don’t interrupt.
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Met a girlie a while back; I’m hoping to run into her again this weekend.
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