Sometimes the sky looks alight. Sunset just puts the sky on fire. It's a nice welcome to October, I think. Today is the first day I've felt like you've not understood, not read between the lines. My message isn't even that well hidden, should be blatant. Made me want to yell at you, but I'm not sure you'd hear anything. Like talking to a wall, or screaming. Most of all it made me disappointed to realise that I've put too much faith in you. I dreamt of a place that I've dreamt of over and over. It's supposedly my childhood home, where I grew up. We're cycling, and then we're walking. We're five, and then twenty two. We walk through a creepy tunnel, and then suddenly we've ended up beside mountains, and it's quicksand everywhere. It's been years since I've seen these people, yet they're so vivid in my dreams. Hello to you, you and you. You should have been there for me, like I should have been for you. There's dread in my body, from the tips of my toes to the epicentre, my head. It's terrifying, challenging myself. But apparently that's the way growth happens, and I'd rather not wilt.
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