07 de gener 2009

they say, I think

Forget it, they say.
I wake up in the middle of the night, thinking about it. The thoughts, the smells and the words are still a mix in my head. How selective memory is...

Dreamt I was in a cinema where a classic children movie was being played full blast.
Dreamt I was there with a flatmate and at some point the ground got twisted downwards, towards each other and we held. And the exchange of attention and the occasional hugs lasted too much accentuated by the inclination of the ground. And then you thought how nice some things could be.
And I abruptly woke up thinking: but... we live together.