passing through

I just wanted to post this for my own sake. . .really I'm just passing through.

of all the dreams i've had (not much, but), these were out of reach. so to speak. for what i can recall, there was always this distance. this big gap in between you and me. from where i stand and observe you, you're always there. smiling, happy. just the way i like the way you are. but when i try to get near, it's useless. you'll be going off elsewhere, but you're still happy, still smiling. there's not a moment when you're beside me, or i'm beside you. there's not a moment that we're even close. maybe it's because we never really talk, but this is definitely different. like, this unapproachable kind of thing, you know? like whatever could happen, won't. but then again, i don't know. my dreams have always been offbeat, even though they seem real.

from sitting, waiting, wishing

perhaps a longer post about CST before (or during) the weekend.

late,
-d.