andso..
and so today i had a dream come true.
partly, at least.
which makes me wonder.. how much more can my dreams pick up on..?
i liked having dreamt things ahead of time, somewhat. so that by the time dream became reality, i felt like there really wasn't much to deal with anymore. i dreamed through it already, why bother living through it as well..?
//i mean.. what was i supposed to say..? the same things i already said in my dream? ..it felt too scripted.
it was an odd day. motivation had died. i got very quiet. and every time i went for a smoke break, i had this odd inclination to swiftly jam the lit end of the cigarette onto different areas of my skin..
p.s. and a cold sore. and the rag.
LJ