Nowhere To Go

In my dreams…

…we are happy. Extremely. Like no-care-in-the-world happy. And when I wake up and reality strikes, we are not. We’re just…. Fine.  And I don’t know if that’s supposed to be ok or not.  

I’m always waiting for my subconscious to take over (despite my insomnia) because I can again let loose myself in my dreams. I am happy in my dreams. Because things that did not, can not, have not and will not happen in real life – did happen, can happen, have happened and will happen in my dreams.   

In my dreams – you and I are together, will always be together.  In reality – well, that’s a different story.  I find solace in my dreams.  Even if it takes a while till I get to dreaming.

Sigh…

I guess I’ll just have to be content and see you in my dreams.  My beloved… Toby.

(It’s weird but I’ve been dreaming about him for the past two nights or so and happy in the dreams about it.)