again.
She came to me in a dream again. It’s been a while. I must say, I was a bit relieved to see her. But at the same time, her appearance troubles me some. I’d thought I had forgotten all about her by now. That I had left her behind some closed door. I guess not. Above all else, you can’t lie about your own dreams. But for one who is trying to find himself, why did the dream have to be so cruel? The taste of happiness in a dream leaves one with a bitter reality when you wake. The time I shared with her then, as a stranger, felt so real. Almost as if I was living in it another yesterday. But in truth, no such thing had ever occurred. Makes me wonder if it will. My faith had been torn asunder. Maybe this is a sign of it trying to build anew.
