Or so I'd like to believe. The first part is true, the second part not so much, at least not yet. It's surely happening slowly but surely, but not quite fast enough. Woke up this morning to a dream/nightmare where I was in the process of packing up all of my stuff and getting ready to move out. Not out of my new place, but out of the old place. Funny how dreams work. All the parts of the relationship were the same, but the apartment was nothing like the old one. More like some sort of shit building I inhabited during my college days. There were a lot of books to pack up and at some point I realized I'd have to do a lot of cleaning.
Kind of reminds me of the time I went away for the weekend to the Lake of the Ozarks with some friends in college. It was a fun weekend of drinking and swimming and jet skiing and boating. Got back on Sunday night tired and sunburnt only to find a note from my landlord on the door reminding me that I needed to vacate the premises by the morning. FUCK! Forgot all about my lease ending. So instead of a night of recovery, I spent all evening packing everything and cleaning the whole apartment. Fortunately my friends Heather and Amber had moved into the same apartment complex earlier that week or weekend so I moved all my stuff over to their apartment and stayed there for a few days. This actually worked out well for them, not only because I'd be there, but because their third roommate, who they didn't really want to room with, got very pissed off that I was there and decided not to move in. Funny how things like that work out.
Anyway right before I woke up from the dream last night, I noticed that there was a small bag of bathroom/cosmetics lying on the bed, so I opened it up and was about to smell the perfume that I had bought her a while back. Fortunately my olfactory nerves didn't have the chance to partake in that memory as I woke up at that moment. Some memories are best left in the past. Well all memories are probably best left in the past as that's where they have to be. There's no such thing as a memory in the present, unless you hang onto them too long, which I have done over and over. But like I said, the longer time passes the easier it becomes. Now if my subconscious will just play along and help me out. Perhaps I could dream of something a bit more pleasant tonight. Who knows...maybe I also dreamt of pleasant things last night and had the misfortune of having that be the last in line?
Anyway...this beat goes on. And on and on. And on and on. And on and on. On and on and on and on thanks to The Kings. And now some Zeppelin..."Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way.
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay. But now it's time for me to go." Of course the leaves aren't falling anymore, as it's spring time and all life starts anew.
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