“I think that you’re afraid to look in my eye, you look a little sad boy I wonder why.”

Last night I went out with a boy from CA. He was nice and fun, but all night he kept telling me that I was acting different when I thought I wasn’t. I don’t know. He so funny, he’s the first to get on a crate to speak about love and how it takes work, but he simply won’t do it. Oh I’m not looking to date him (he lives in CA, long distant really doesn’t work).

Last night I had a dream, I can’t remember much of it, some of the details were very vivid but others were blurry. I remember colors: I remember deep earth tones which seemed to penetrate the sunshine. The walls, if they were walls, were like large sides of cliffs stretching towards the heavens. I tried to look up. It wasn’t dark, like the sun was shinning right on me. But there was no sun. Vegetation was everywhere and the sounds of the jungle though I really don’t remember a jungle.
I walked to the ocean and just watched the blue mass billow in front of me. I only contemplated the blue, there was so much blue. I remember wanting to walk into the blue aggregate to be apart of it, to know why it was so blue, but I couldn’t move. I was firmly planted on the sand; I even checked my soles for roots.
No hubo sonido. Recuerdo el silencio. Pensé que vi barquitos en la distancia, como luzes pequeñas. Y me desperté.

“I took me by surprise that you understood.”