tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48212018083285398982012-02-16T04:58:50.296-05:00Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12849172811525294887noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821201808328539898.post-1417097020827724942012-02-15T16:51:00.002-05:002012-02-15T16:51:44.629-05:00I opened a nice bottle of wine and poured an oversized glass of it. Sitting in the shower, feeling the water beating on the back of my neck, drinking my glass of wine, I missed you.<div><br /></div><div>It feels like you've been gone a long time, though you only left yesterday.</div><div><br /></div><div>Later, I dreamed that I was strong again. That I didn't crumble and break at the first sign of weakness. I dreamed that I was fierce and a fighter again, rather than this heap of emotionally charged confusion I've become.</div><div><br /></div><div>Start all over, they say. Make a new beginning.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821201808328539898-141709702082772494?l=smalltimecatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12849172811525294887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821201808328539898.post-83783250255066645242012-02-10T16:33:00.003-05:002012-02-10T16:33:43.764-05:00In my dream, we were standing face to face by this lake. You looked different, so I can only assume that I looked different too. It was very early in the morning, and I leaned my face into your chest, which felt so familiar and so alien all at once.<br /><br />I got the distinct feeling that we'd been here before, in this very spot, even though I knew I was seeing it for the first time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821201808328539898-8378325025506664524?l=smalltimecatastrophes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Faithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12849172811525294887noreply@blogger.com0