I'm tired. My mind is tired. I'm
glad that I can go to sleep soon. I close my eyes and drift off into a
peaceful sleep. I dream. I dream of you, being together with you.
In my dream, there is no
distance. We are dancing, there is no music but we are dancing in the
sun, on a big field. There is grass. You can't see far, because it's
white around us. Not misty white, brilliant white. Light in every
colour, making white. It's beautiful. You look beautiful. I sit down
with my knees on the short grass, it's about three inches. You sit down
with me, I have my arms around you and feel your warmth. We're close. I
hold you close. As I kiss your lips softly, suck on your lip, the white
draws in on us. Now there's just your lips and the white. It all melts
into one feeling.. It's a sad feeling. A 'could-have-been' feeling.
When I lost hope, life lost its purpose to me. It's sad but I can't
seem to care anymore. I lie down with my back in the grass. You're
gone.. I'm not sure if you've ever really been there. I can't really
see anything but white anyway. I don't care, I never thought life could
lose its meaning like that. I realize there wasn't really any grass. I
realize that the white was black all along.