strange dreams

*wild disaster situation
hurricane force winds
driving down the freeway
cars and people being lifted off by the wind
get to safety inside a restaurant
i sit at a booth across from a girl
we start talking about how crazy the day is
she starts catching feelings

*sitting on some couches or benches with a bunch of people
sitting right next to hot cold
she says that i'm too close to her
so i stand up and sit down again
but then her leg is pushed up against my leg and she doesn't say anything

for lack of better words or simply because it seems appropriate
fuck my life.
fuck my birthday.
fuck.

There's a lot that can be said about the unsaid things that come up in life, especially when you're talking about how we all are tied together. I believe the fabric of the society is often as convoluted and mysterious as the fabric of the universe, and the seams that keep things in order are constantly being sewn and resewn, and sometimes torn apart completely.