Some of my dreams are very up close and personal. The intimacy expressed in those dreams used to be the norm in my life. Now, it’s barely existent. I miss the intimacy. I miss the long conversations that lasted into the wee hours of the morning. I miss the people puddles, with arms and legs dangling over one another while watching a movie. I know that during that time period, the people I knew were more courageous and trusting. The people I know now have grown fearful and less trusting of people in general. And some, including me, have grown fearful of accidentally stepping past an unspoken boundary, or fearful of having a touch misinterpreted as more than a simple touch.
I think that I will close up this bit of #SoC writing, as I did not expect this to go in this direction. I planned on playing with dreams, weaving words with the images that fill my head every night. I pictured colorful rainbows dancing across the page, not reminiscing about days gone by.
This was in response to the prompt for #JusJoJan the 13th and Stream of Consciousness Saturday
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