Third Person
by tns
Ever since this Friday I haven’t really been able to sleep well. Mainly because it seems like my mind wants to party without me. I’ve been having dreams about her, which is something I have never done since being back from Boston. It’s kind of haunting, I’m there but almost only as a third person perspective. None of it seem interactive at all, but I can feel the tension as if I were influencing it. All the pain, none of the excitement. Sometimes maybe I think that’s how she felt after everything was said and done.
It’s still warm here in California. I wish I were at out at sea.