i think i see you in my nightmares. my therapist says i am insane. i say it is the heartache.
for once i wish to forget what it feels like to be forgotten, even if it means forgetting you. 130 more words
The dream is ridiculous. I’m walking through a forest with Ender and Flora—Cinder is around, but on the periphery of my dream and my awareness—and I can smell the moistness, freshness, aliveness of the air, and all is good, when suddenly—the whirr of a lawnmower. 982 more words