i know that it is a theme i have spoken tiresomely here, but the heavy cloak of dreams descended upon me again last night.
As is always the case, the images are simple and mundane: me in ExA's "basement" doing some task for her, ExA walking the Land and the Sea to school. As is always the case, their hangover is complex and painful....i awoke with the feeling of having just separated from ExA.
i was awakened by the little feet of the Land and Sea coming into my room, leaping into my bed, our morning ritual. Not satisfied with the message of sadness given to me during the night, the universe then put a fine point on it: as the Sea sat in my bed, she started to call me by ExA's current boyfriend's name. She laughed it off, but i knew.
IT is inevitable, i have known it all this time that it is but have been influenced by charlatans who want to believe that passion can be dulled, that time wears away the sharp edges of loss. i know what i am supposed to do.. it will wait until February.
