Saturday, April 11, 2009

Come Back

The rain. Why is it always raining in my dreams? It tumbles down all around me, covering me completely, chilling me to the bone.

It just keeps raining.

I kept turning my head, looking, searching for him. For anybody. I need help. Please find me.

There he is.

Right in front of me. The way he always looked. The way I remember him.

He is here. Not far away. Right beside me.

I hug him, but I only find the air.

It is not often you beg to wake from dreaming...

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