/woken from a dream/

I'm not sure what I'm doing sometimes--with these photographs, I mean. Did you know you never used to distract me? I find it harder and harder, as time goes by, to repress. You know what that means, don't you? The inevitable is happening--it only grows stronger every day...my feelings, I mean. If all my sitting and all my waiting would make a wish reality, it wouldn't be as cruel. But the fact retains all the marks of a taunting world--the one that puts me so close. And some days, when I dream, I never want to go back.