365 dAys of aRt. DAY SEVEN.

i saw you in a dream last night
and could feel your touch run through me
emotions so real i woke to the thought
it was you that i heard breathing.


After a dream like this you cry. It doesn’t matter who’s around or where you’re at… you just let the tears flow and allow yourself the experience of love: that kind of love that allows you to miss someone and dream about their presence. So many mornings I have been met with this feeling: almost like some part of me is lost. You tell the sun to sleep again because all you want to do is sink back into the dream. Sometimes images will suffice in the absence of someone you love and sometimes you don’t even have a choice. Do you remember that time… when you woke up almost speaking someone’s name… half expecting them to walk through the door? Have you been there before?