Dream Of Me

Have you ever missed someone so much you literally bite your pillow just so you can hold yourself from bawling out the pain. 

I did. 

I had been missing someone so bad that I feel like bleeding inside. Two days…it sounds too short of a period to be missing him already but it’s been the longest time since I heard his voice. 

I hope that I cross his mind, too. 

While I kept myself busy jumping from reading, writing, doing chores, staring at nothing…then silently weeping, with me was my ever-amazing music playlist who never failed to pull of a soundtrack to every drama I subject myself into. 

Here’s one that had put me to sleep after a weary day…and again, at the first note, He just took me away…. 

I wish to dream of him again tonight…and maybe, when he can find himself wanting to close his eyes, he can just follow me there and I’ll wait…. 

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Dream of Me 

Kirsten Dunst 

(From the Movie Get Over It) 

Let me sleep

For when I sleep 

I dream that you are here

You’re mine

And all my fears are left behind

I float on air

The nightingale sings gentle lullabys

So let me close my eyes

And sleep

Per chance to dream

So I can see the face I long to touch

To kiss

But only dreams can bring me this

So let the moon

Shine softly on the boy I long to see

And maybe when he dreams

He’ll dream of me

I’ll hide beneath the clouds

And whisper to the evening stars

They tell me love is just a dream away

Dream away (echo 3x)

I’ll dream away

So let the moon

Shine softly on the boy I long to see

And maybe when he dreams

He’ll dream of me 

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I will see you nin my dreams later, baby….

Eureka!

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      This is ethereal. To blog for the very first time in an era when people start to wonder how it feels to hold a pen, seems strange for me. I could recall my first few attempts on blogging years back and as I try to take on my first few keyboard taps, oddly, words became aliens in just a snap. So, for years I just stayed inside my fence scribbling on old notebooks and just go as far as the sidewalks writing my mind away hoping to warm up the north pole and reach the farthest of the unknown. It's only just recently that I realized I was not writing to anyone at all. After all the shots at connecting to anyone from anywhere, oblivious to my own intent, I realized I was only talking to the strangest of all strangers, MYSELF.

      You love it when the mirror lets you see exactly what you want to see. And by knowing that, you can only look away when it says otherwise. You can be your own worst enemy and your own harshest skeptic. Unless you listen even to its faintest of whispers, you will only go so far in knowing who you really are. With writing, I found myself, again and again. Find yourself. Talk to each other in a language that you both speak. Sing to her of sonatas she can chant with. Swim with him across the depths and colds of the Atlantic and back. Play Backgammons with her on rainy days. Wrestle with each other until you both win. Yes, you both have to win, no matter the improbability. And when so, you never have to worry a second in your life. The oneness of you spans a lifetime. You want happiness? Seek your passion. Find yourself. Follow no route. For Happiness is not a Destination. It is a Journey. Your Journey.