July 25…

My dreams have never been so… active, I guess… Just, lots of… Oh, I don’t know. Lots and lots of struggle, and battle… I keep trying to get somewhere, and never do. Or trying to find someone, and can’t. Or trying to help someone, and it doesn’t work! Aren’t dreams supposed to be restful? I mean, they aren’t nightmares… but it just doesn’t feel good when I wake up! And Elian… I think he’s mad I’m not staying at home this fall. He legit thought I’d spend only a year at college and come running home… ugh! Well, I’ll be seeing him in a few weeks… We made plans to meet on our hill after his family comes back from their road trip. Wish me luck! I might just have a new poem to share after we meet…

~Anaïs Faythor