I loved your memo, btw...

''It's not a memo, it's a mission statement.''

Monday, April 11, 2005

"fragile tough boy"
[Music Jo Davidson, "Fragile Tough Girl"]
It is really strange sometimes that when someone who has hurt you, who you vowed to forget, who you believe you have forgotten reappears in your dreams. I dreamt about you last night.

We were in this steril, dim supermarket where everything and everybody seemed dead. It was rather uncomfortable. Then I saw you and we glanced at each other quickly; for a second, I felt that spark we once had but just as fast as it came, it left and I felt nothing. We walked away like strangers but I couldn't let go because in my dreams, deep down, maybe I couldn't let go. I shouted at you, you turned around, and every vile word I had to say to you that was compressed deep within my wounds vomited out of my lungs to your face. I don't know why I did it, because I knew it wouldn't make a difference any how. You looked on at me, with your stoic face. So dead. It was like the person I once knew died long ago.

In reality, I believe I am over you because I don't think about you anymore... but it's dreams like this that make question if I still cling onto the past.