that frickin dream...(or nightmare)

I had this very bad dream about my other half turning her heels and going back to HIM. I thought I'd never wake up.From what I remember in exciting psychology lecture during my college days, dreams are extensions of our thoughts...Meaning when we're awake, our conscious brain does the thinking for us.

But when we're asleep, our subconscious creates all the thoughts and imaginations. I may be incorrect in quoting that, but that's what I remember (I hope my psychology professors will forgive me).

It seems like I've been thinking too much about a possible comeback. I'm trying to get rid of my apprehensive and suspicious habits. I wanted to re-build the trust between us.

I was more paranoid than a CIA agent. I kept on pressing her on small details that has something to do with the places that she's been...the people she's been talking to... I wanted to keep her for myself without realizing the pain that I caused her. By the time we were done for I found myself in a hole full of shit. I've crawled on all fours and cried a river of tears.

Of course showing my regret didn't change the course of events that happened before me.

She eventually found someone else, much to my disappointment. The hollow pain in my chest was back...and it lingered for extended periods of time whenever I think of her being in the arms of another man.

I thought of the things that I did.

I want to change.

I want to show her that I'm the real deal, I want to be the man that she'll grow old with.

Of course these words will make a lot of sense if I back this up with actions.

Oh well...

But there's still one thing that really bothers me...

How come most people drive on a parkway while others park on a driveway?

There you have it.

(images from INCUBUS artworks)