Dreamt a dream
A long week ahead. Sometimes you just allow the momentum to propagate. to marinate, by and for itself. Better than being a carpenter without a saw.
I had a dream that woke me up, almost sweating profusely. Knew I had rested enough that the body had to rebel, once again. It was another dream about Ainhoa. And should I even discuss this dream? A dream that we know always ends on a deadend is not much for conversation. Only stirring up echoes of the past that never was and never will be, no matter how much I would want it willed into fruition.
To suffer in silence is preferrable, and suffer and suffer some more, ad infinitum.
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