Strange dreams...

Not all the time I feel like writing. I sometimes feel like reading too. Those words you gave me. Good and bad, happy and sad, those posts you specially crafted for me, gives me quite a relief. Yet, I do feel something fresh from your side would make it a lot better. Even if it is just few lines, I would like to read from you. Huh, what strange dreams I have, right?

Is it too much to ask for? Is it too pricey to dream about? Am I not worth even a few more words? It never mattered if you wrote good or bad about me, I value both if it is from you. Someday I hope you would open up that page, write something new for me, it need not necessarily be about me, but something for me to read. I hope, I see that day soon.

This is a strange suffering. Is this loneliness? If so, why is it making such a huge difference to what I have been facing all these days? Was I not alone all along? Why does it make it a lot more suffocating now? What is this strange strangling feel? What is this uneasiness all about? Sometimes I find it even hard to breathe thinking about this.

I know you visit and read here. I have enabled the option to even comment "anonymous" to let you retain your identity but allow you to express something, anything or even everything you feel like saying. Anyway, I do not expect but I do expect something to show up. A word, a sign, anything, something, oh, I would be delighted to see it from you. Of course, I do hope. Strange dreams, right?

I sometimes see what has happened to my Life? Look at me. What am I even doing? Why? Oh, why? I do not just sit and cry. I simply try. I try to take in as much as air as possible and keep up the breathing rhythm. I am killing time. I want to be there at the tomorrow to see what is in stock for us. Uff, I am losing all my patience and still learn to be more patient simultaneously.

What we are is like a song. We are best only as a combination of the voice and music. If you are separated from me, it is like the voice or music being played without the other. It does not make us complete. It does not sound like a song. It is either vocal or just instrumental. Either way, all this becomes is incomplete. *Dedicating Incomplete song by Backstreet Boys*

"...But without you all I'm going to be is..... Incomplete..."

Those strange dreams of yesterday are what we are seeing as the strange realities of today. I thereby believe that my strange dreams will materialise someday soon. You can even call this as another strange dream anyway. *Winks* Oh, English Rose! What strange dreams do you have? Is there anything you would like to tell me? Is there at least one word of support from you? Make it known through a direct or anonymous comment below. Do not forget to get a good night's sleep. Rest well. Bubbles \(^_^)/ -rPhoenix