I dreamt about you.
I was trying to find you in a huge house. Almost like the one on the beach in Spotless Mind.
I saw you in each room I looked but when I got close you were gone... Over and over..
I woke up realizing it was a dream but then knowing it was also reality except I can't even see you.

It's confirmed you lied.
An addiction of itself.
It's confirmed that my hopes and dreams are worthless and should have died when you left.
I want to wish I never met you and I can't find why I dont.

I picture mysf erasing the past months. Almost as though I had the end of a pencil and was erasing the last two pages of a book being written. Once erased the pages are blank but not fresh and crisp.. You can still see the wear.
Just like me..
Erasing life doesn't exist.
It just makes me think about the Spotless Mind.. The beauty of that script. Two people erasing immense pain from each other and once they do fate still draws them together.

I wonder what it's like to feel whole.
And how many people actually do..