deciding again

it's never ending;

yep.

i've decided that even if you don't know who you are, i know who you are. and that's what makes us special. at night i dream that we're walking down the road and all we see are dotted yellow lines going straight straight straight in front of us and we follow them. i only see two at a time so i never know where i'm going; i don't know how much you see. maybe you see four or five? it doesn't really matter. but once we walk mile by mile we get to a tree with no leaves. its branches stretch up high into the sky [everything is high up in the air with us, in so many ways it makes sense.] so we climb the tree. barefoot. but everytime we get to the end of a branch it's a new ground. so we keep climbing [i'm not very good at climbing trees, i have scratches all up my knees, and you save me from falling three times.] i'm determined to find a branch that ends in the clouds. one day i will tell you when i find it and we'll go there. and this, it's never ending. it is a recurring dream. and we all know what they say about recurring dreams.

and i know this will come true eventually cause it all happens in a dream. this morning when i saw you and i walked by and you winked at me and all i could let out was a tiny little smile; i already knew it was going to happen. we all know; we're just not smart enough to remember. [which reminds me, of the fact, that no matter how much we sleep, we'll never see our life our in full. we'll never see our death. wich reminds me, of the fact, that when i die, i hope i know i'm going to die, how much better would that be?] but i'm not talking about death because we are so much in the beginning, do me a favor, and dream about it; and write it down.