recurring dream
Wokeup@04.30andfeltlikewrittinginBrettEastonEllis’style.
SoIpickedupapenamdstartedwirtingdownsomerandomthoughts.
Butitprovedtobethathteywerenotrandomatall.
TheywereallexcludedfromadreamIjusthad. SoIwasdrivingreallyfastandIfeltliketherewasnothingforme
tolose,asifiwasplayingGrandTurismoorsomething,
onlythatwasnogame-itwasreal.
AndsuchwasmyspeedthatIcouldn’tseeclearlytheothervehicles
andpassengersorlights. Butnothingcouldgetinmyway. AndIturnedonmyrightandtherewasagirlandsheestaredright
intomyeyesandheldmyhandandwhisperedinmyear
“Iloveyoumorethanyouwilleverknow”. IthinkthatwastruebutrightthenwecrashedandIdon’tknow
ifwediedornotbutwhenIcheckedonhershewasn’tthere.
Somaybeitwasjustacrush,youknow?
Nothingmore,nothingless. And that’sthe“less”…
posted by Hector Drone at 5:57 AM
2 Comments:
that might have been the Brett Easton Ellis style thing at the beginning kind stranger :)
2:35 AM
Blimey Dave! You are only 17. How on earth did you know about BE Ellis?
Anyhoo, thank you both for taking the time to read my nonsense and write comments that are always more than welcome.
And, Dave, don't listen to Dokman - he speaks english way more fluent than me. After all he has lived in the UK for about four years or so. Well... that's four more years than I have!!!! :-)
Too bad he insists on writing his blog in greek. You miss some of the most hilarious posts...ever!!!
1:01 AM
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