I’ve tried so hard to hold onto this one single dream.To recall and capture fully that feeling.It’s only the day after and already the detail is lost, corroded away by time. I could probably read it again but it’s left me alone and cold. I can do nothing. As the dream came of its own accord, it has left of its own accord.
It’s actually ironic. I gave Justine warmth, gave the dream life. The dream leaves me cold and takes life of its own, fleeing from my mind.
On losing the dream.
Oud-Berchem, Antwerpen, België