Shattered Dreams

I remember a year or so after Journee I begin to have dreams, at first I looked forward to them they were so real… I was able to hold her, hear her touch her, feel her.. have her in my existence. My dreams became better than my reality, it wasn’t before long that my dreams turned in to nightmares.

Oddly enough I was still ok with having them because in some shape form or fashion it was still comforting to have been with her. I later realized my dreams was an expression of my fears/feelings. Albeit some of them were a couple of them had me at a complete loss.