day 357

I had a dream that I was being stabbed with needles. I woke up in a cold sweat and searched up the meaning behind it. It says that I'm thinking too much about a damaged relationship. I'm not sure which relationship it is referring to. Today I thought of you and we ran into each other. I'm pretty sure my dream wasn't about you. Not because I'm not thinking of you, but because I am sick of doing so. If you've ever had a real wake up call, you'd agree that your dreams are the closest you are to the truth. There are way too many dishonest truths underneath my fingernails. I am cringing at all the love I am losing. I miss you. Not like water, like blood. This is a poem written in one part to too many people. I need to finish dreaming.