walking home with a new one, through neighborhoods that are familiar from other dreams or from a history i’ve forgotten. a box of puppies, of course we’ll stop to play. there’s someone else there, and i wonder why he looks familiar. at first i think he is a musician i listen to and then i realize he’s someone who took me home once, and i let him because he reminded me of the musician.


~ by kiranapoleon on February 14, 2014.

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