my dream

i have a dream and it's quite demure. i have had it for some time and i believe it should be set free. roam wild. like a white horse running in the early morning. i guess we all know how that horse feel like. or we have all seen it. the stars can show you the way. especially if you know which are which. the sun as well. it never goes down in the north. it's easy being a dream. i am someone else's dream right now writing this. i know it. they told me. once they were my dream, and they still are, but i dont think dreams can interfere with each other. you know, how can you dream of the same, you can’t share a dream. in your sleep, how would you communicate. it's a cliche: you want what you can't get. it's not a dream if it actually happens. that's why i said no to being in the relationship with them a month ago. two years ago i asked them the same. look how the tables have turned. so the other day they actually did it. booked a train from amsterdam to århus. free hotel baby. looking forward to it. even though i actually quite like digital sex. because i feel it more. my body. longing for touch. itching.