you were in my dream last night. it was very wierd. i didn't believe it until i woke up and realized it was a dream. strange things i tell you.

i was standing upstairs. just standing there. no purpose...probably something to do with listening to gramma. go figure.

i look outside and theres this figure in a hoodie walking up the driveway and looking directly at me. and then theres a knock on the door. and its you.

you say things...mostly...reasons for no contact. inside i know it doesn't matter anymore...but you're at least here.

in reality i know i'll probably never see you again. but you know....that might be ok.

its so windy outside right now.