01.27.2000

I dreamed of you again last night... If only I could remember your face, perhaps I might find you sooner... Sometimes I wonder if I haven’t already met you... perhaps I have known you for so long that I will never recognize you... Perhaps I’ve been distracted by these echoes of you I keep glimpsing...

Someday... someday... and if I keep saying it, I’ll believe it... maybe it’ll make it come soon... I hope it will... Hope... sometimes that’s all I have left... and it slips away so easily... it comes and goes... back and forth... losing control... so easily... too easily...

I want to get away... if only it were as easy as screaming the words... I’d take you with me from this forgotten city... broken hearts... fallen heroes... empty dreams...