I dreamt in snapshots of love, with frames of familiar and not so familiar faces in alien territory. I have dreamt of many things before, epic battles between good and evil (my personal inner struggle), free falling to nowhere without end, sex - lots of sex, but this is the first time in recent memory I can recall dreaming of love.
What is this? It has invaded my dreams - I should be repulsed, but I'm not. I have found myself in a place that I've not been before, at least not in this way. My dreams seem to contradict the thoughts I have expressed about this emotion that lays men and women to waste in the desert of solitude, rancour and sadness.
I have allowed myself for the first time in a while to be vulnerable, but with this vulnerability has come a happiness that I have not known - and I am enjoying it. I choose to be happy at the risk of later being miserable - but I enjoy being happy so that is a chance I am willing to take.
The journey here was unanticipated, I'm not even sure when I arrived; but I know I'm here, in this space, this place, and I would have to be dragged out of it, because I'm not relinquishing it without a fight.
Who would have thought it could happen to me.
it cool to see u talking about love in this way. i'm not surprised. sometime it sneaks up on us when we least expect & knocks us right over.
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