And somewhere from the world you appeared in my dream, though I don’t know which “you” that you were. Perhaps you were a conglomerate of my fears, and not just “one” of you.

I felt like I was at my childhood home, and in my old room, and we spoke. You had trepidation in your face, and the words came…”would you ever…”

In my dreams I forgive you. I forgive all of you.

Real life isn’t so easy.

Real life I’ve become guarded and cynical because of all of “you”. Only in my dreams will I allow that to be broken, apparently.