dreamtime lostgirl escaping now drifting away from here arriving somewhere else in the same instant crossing the line walking into a stage play someone else has written for the grand stage of my subconscious almost like real life almost 100707 ... FauxGrr he visits in my sleep, not_in_a_sexual_way just present in my space where memories float unnamed. a quiet smile, no words between us spoken, while I wonder at this haunting of a silence never broken. decades have passed in waking hours since last i held his name, what pulls him from the buried past to wander through my head? some thread left loose? a story unfinished? why does it fill me with dread? does he see me in his sleep, or am i dreaming alone? i tried to reach him recently silence was all I was shown back then i built my walls up, kept him beyond my reach, afraid of what he may destroy if i let feelings breach. now exhaustion fills the spaces where wonder used to live, and i'm weary of this aching, of having more to give. 250604 what's it to you? who go blather from