there was an old woman there in a victorian dress. she was talking to me about music, and played me a strange electronic song on her phonograph.
something in the chord progression, a repetition of notes in a minor key, reminded me of my mother's passing. i started sobbing,
uncontrollably, apologizing as i ran off to hide in a room full of moss, knowing i had to just let it come, just feel the emotions.
this morning when i woke up, the room was dark and i felt sad and unrested. my eyes were stinging from the tears i cried in my sleep.
supposedly, when you dream of someone you know dying, it means that they'll outlive you.
the sun is out now. i wish i could change my emotions as quickly as the weather changes hers.
the sun is out now. i wish i could change my emotions as quickly as the weather changes hers.






