I keep dreaming, and in my dreams you find me. And sometimes I screw up and you go away. And sometimes I screw up and you give me another chance.
Sometimes you betray me, and I want to stick to my principles and walk away. Sometimes I do and my life crumbles like a mansion built on the side of a hill in a mudslide. Sometimes I walk and it adds to the weight of loss I already carry. Sometimes, I forgive you but the relationship is never the same.
Sometimes we forgive each other and are stronger for it. Sometimes we make it work, a lifetime of joy and hardships, lived out in the span of a night.
Each time I wake enough in the dream I send out, recklessly, where I am. What I look like. Hoping you are a dreamwalker too and that you’ll remember and find me or when I find you, you will see me and think that’s the guy. The one I dream about. Maybe it’s foolish or crazy to believe in magic and this idea.
Maybe, but what if we are looking for each other and this is the avenue open to us? I’ll take it, if I can find you. And if I don’t, we don’t, then the lifetimes we live in dreams will have to be enough. I’ll meet you there my sweet dream.