dreams

lately, they've sucked. a lot.



it's nice to not sleep alone sometimes.

it's good to feel wanted, if only for a night or two at a time.

i have good intentions.

it's getting warmer outside.

does the love always remain?

soon, all of this will be a memory, a standard upon which all others are held, the light which casts the shadows of my future life.

i am miserable. it's only going to get worse. much, much worse.