my heart and soul and mind are like a desert

in which I used to want to live

till I discovered that

even in places where water doesnt exist, there are caterpillars

perhaps I am an ocean instead, a lake, or a river? I guess it could be best said that I am a brook that dries up without rain and causes flooding when its torrential.

I had the most luxurious dream last

of the most wonderful man- he enveloped me in his love and I've never felt happier than when I was looking into his blue eyes

it's so embarrassing to dream about someone you lurked on facebook- and have seen

who doesnt live in your town anymore

nor could even imagine your existence

I wonder

out loud

if its true that when you dream of someone, they dream of you too.

in that case I hope I was as delightful as he.