I was talking to Ryan Agoncillo. We had just made up. For more than three years, we didn't talk. I didn't see him for more than 2 years already.
He seem to have forgiven me. The only thing was, I never did anything to catch his irk. Or at least, I don't remember anything I did to make him so mad at me.
But that's all in the past now. We're friends again. with a possibility to be even more.
When I woke up, I knew it wasn't Ryan Agoncillo I was dreaming about really. Only his face.
At night, Morpheus slips into my room and introduces himself as Jay. He blows his sparkling dusts in my head and delivers images only I can comprehend. And in the morning, I transcribe these visions for me to re-visit. It may be warnings. It may be Gifts. It may just be an explanation of myself. Or just as simple as a dream.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
Limbs
A scary man was chasing us. Killing and Slashing.
He almost got me. When I turned, Vincent Kartheiser was there and he pushed me.
When I found him again. His arms were cut clean up to the shoulders and his legs up to the kness.
Vinnie saved me. And I never felt so much love for him and so much pity and so much guilt all at the same time as I had felt at that moment.
He almost got me. When I turned, Vincent Kartheiser was there and he pushed me.
When I found him again. His arms were cut clean up to the shoulders and his legs up to the kness.
Vinnie saved me. And I never felt so much love for him and so much pity and so much guilt all at the same time as I had felt at that moment.
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