the only good things about good dreams is you forget them eventually. but in dreams, it takes so little, for anything, really. happiness, sadness, inconceivable contentedness, excruciating separation.
guess where i am and guess what topic this post is suspiciously lacking!
don't worry though. when i come back, we'll drink trappist beers and talk deep into the night. one after another, until i know you all again.
I MISS YOU ALL SO MUCH.
but i'm not done by half.