This title bullshit is fucking stupid and i hate it....
Dreams.
Our repeated one night stand, the nightly fling we have with our own subconscious, which given the frequency might make you think, or give you hope, that mayhaps it could turn into something long term, yet it's a doomed concept, it's naught but an endless array of recurring hookups.
In the morning I always feel a bit of rejection at how it continuously seems to shamelessly sneak out of my mind every time, before I've even had a chance to wipe the sand from my eyes. It's dressed before my feet hit the floor, and before I can gaze upon it in the light of day, it's gone.
Until next time,
my fleeting romantic situationship.
Our repeated one night stand, the nightly fling we have with our own subconscious, which given the frequency might make you think, or give you hope, that mayhaps it could turn into something long term, yet it's a doomed concept, it's naught but an endless array of recurring hookups.
In the morning I always feel a bit of rejection at how it continuously seems to shamelessly sneak out of my mind every time, before I've even had a chance to wipe the sand from my eyes. It's dressed before my feet hit the floor, and before I can gaze upon it in the light of day, it's gone.
Until next time,
my fleeting romantic situationship.
36-40, M
