I dreamt of you, and woke up in a tangle of confused sheets. I’ve pushed thoughts of you to the furthest regions of my mind, but my subconscious feels that it’s alright to pull from every corner. The dream was so full of you, so full of your mannerisms.
I just wish I didn’t have to dream of you, because I know you’re not dreaming of me.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
What do you want out of life?
This is nothing but a crude paraphrase from my sweet friend, Caitlin.
On a night drive back from what i believe was the hookah bar and the hospital, she poses this question. And i come up with an answer, quickly. On our night drive back to campus, this may be the most truthfully that I have ever answered this question.
I want to travel. I want to go on a pilgrimage: El Camino de Santiago. I want to live in Austin, or some larger city and experience it’s liveliness. I want to live in an apartment with someone I love for a while, as cliche as that sounds. I want fall asleep next to someone, and wake up in the same tangled mess of sheets with them.
Caitlin wants California, she wants her sunshine and her waves. Even if she doesn’t get into a school there, she might pick up and move anyway. You know what else sweet Cait wants? She wants a few of the people she’s known forever to be there with her. And towards her end, she wants a big house out in the country. This is the first time she’s ever really wanted that, and she thinks it’s beautiful.
On a night drive back from what i believe was the hookah bar and the hospital, she poses this question. And i come up with an answer, quickly. On our night drive back to campus, this may be the most truthfully that I have ever answered this question.
I want to travel. I want to go on a pilgrimage: El Camino de Santiago. I want to live in Austin, or some larger city and experience it’s liveliness. I want to live in an apartment with someone I love for a while, as cliche as that sounds. I want fall asleep next to someone, and wake up in the same tangled mess of sheets with them.
Caitlin wants California, she wants her sunshine and her waves. Even if she doesn’t get into a school there, she might pick up and move anyway. You know what else sweet Cait wants? She wants a few of the people she’s known forever to be there with her. And towards her end, she wants a big house out in the country. This is the first time she’s ever really wanted that, and she thinks it’s beautiful.
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