i think?

Since my last posting earlier I was thinking of maybe making this a weekly thing for no other reason but to make it a weekly thing. I had plan on trying my hand at taking 365 photo's a year but 90% of the pictures were going to be of my TV screen and who wants to see that (besides me). Although I did like Lindsey's though. This will be a lot more easier, because I can post old stuff and because it's weekly.

And Then I Woke Up.

Me: Please Don't Jump.
Her: Why Not?
Me: Because I don't know your name.
Her: Why would you want to my name?
Me: Because I don't know it.
Her: It's April.
Me: Well?
Her: Well, what?
Me: Don't you wanna know my name?
Her: Why do I want to know your name?
Me: Because you don't know it
Her: Why would I want to know it?
Me: For archival purposes, maybe?
Her: What does that even mean?
Me: I don't know.
Her: Well?
Me: Well, what?
Her: What is your name?
Me: Travis
And then I woke up.

Damn I dreamed about her last night, why again, I don't even know this lady in "real life" or irl, lol, I feel that I'm young and that she's old, even though that's far from the truth, I also feel like she has everything and I have nothing, which is close to the truth or IS the truth. I always feel like I need "shit" to get what I want. But is it what I "need"?. I know I can't operate on 100% without it. I failed, even though I haven't moved a step back or a step forward. All I know is I give up, I failed.

I meet her. She meets me. I call her. She texts me. I leave here to meet her. She greets me. I'm happy. This is her job . She's babysitting. Baby's are sleep. She leads me. I follow. She teases me. I'm in love. We fuck slow. I need this. She enjoys it. I love it. She comes first. I come next. We heavy breathe in sync together. I watch her sleep. I should get and up leave until I'm sleep also.

I awake on the ground. It takes a while to catch my composure. I look for her and she's nowhere to be found. I'm sad. I hear running. Now I see running. I am running. I here shouting. I am quiet. It is dark but I keep moving. I'm tired. I am tackled. I'm dripping on myself into my eye. I here shouting. They move me. I'm tired. They drag me. The lights should be warmer since they're so bright. I'm by the car. I'm shove into the car. I sleep.

I'm released. The sun is bright but my mind is clear. My shades are broke. Bitches. I expect no one. I see her. She saw me first. I'm angry. She runs to me. She's happy. I'm angry. She sees my anger so she talks then she cries. Mascara runs from beneath her shades as the words she tries to say become mumbles. I have a handkerchief. Where did I get a handkerchief. I hand her the handkerchief. We start to walk. She starts to talk. I respond. I'm hungry. We get to her car. She says she's sorry. I've internally forgave her awhile ago. My expression still reads anger. She offers to buy pancakes. I accept the offer. We get in the car. She pulls off. She whispers she loves me. I'm happy. I secretly smirk. The End.