Ever have a dream at night, Romulo, when you wondered in the middle of it whether or not you were dreaming? Knowing that if you were "just" dreaming, you could rewrite the scary parts and enhance the happy parts: run faster, jump higher, laugh your head off; summon guides, travel through time, read minds; levitate, manifest, do the impossible? But then, you thought to yourself, "No, this just can't be a dream, it's way too real."
Yeah, you're having one right now.
Gosh you're good - The Universe
Thoughts become things... choose the good ones!
Yeah, Romulo, you really are...
Buddy, I had a dream 3 nights ago kind of similar to the one you describe. Then as I was falling sleep last night after reading a few pages of Wicked; I thought to myself that a year has passed by since I first went to Boston to visit my friend Eddie and got the news when I got back of the death of Mark.
That trip to Boston was a happy one. I met new people and got to spend quality time with my good friend Eddie. Then coming back home was a sad surprise when I learned that this beautiful soul has moved on. I do have the feeling inside that we will meet again in the future. Neverthless, I will be lying to you if I said that I have not missed him in this past year.
Things seem to be repeacting like last year. At least in one account or two. If one thing I would love to have again, is that wonderful experience I had in Boston.
Buddy, do me a favor and tell my good friend how much I miss him and that I look forward for the opportunity to meet again in the future. His love is true just like he told me once that I was a real. I miss him since his kind of love does not seem to be around me any more. Only when I close my eyes and remember how good of a friend he was to me at all time. That his leaving left a vacume in my heart but the hope that we will meet again was alwasy there since we said good bye that Sunday afternoon.
Buddy, I am good because you had put people like him in my path. I thank you for it and expect you to keep bringing people like him to me. I look forward to my next trip to Boston and be with another friend who I hold dear as well. To think that he believes I go to Boston for another reason, when in reality I love hangging with him in his apt or going to the Cape or even dancing.
The other things, and lets called that for the moment, is a good by product of visiting him and the city I love any time of the year.
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