October 6, 2014

I keep on having this dream.

Green grass, soft breeze. The smell of wet grass; so fresh. Red and white checkered mat. A basket, with apples and oranges inside. Oh, not to forget, lavenders. On the mat, there are containers with spaghetti and the sauce in it. Yellow plates and white cutleries. 'You' and I, sitting on the mat, facing each other. But I can't see 'you', I'm blinded by the shine of the sun. 'We' laugh, talk and stare at the blue sky.

And it ended there.

The thing is, who is this 'you', and who the hell are 'we'?

Seriously, I've dreamt of 'you' playing guitar before. And now this.

It's either I've read too many novels, or watched too many movies. Or it is about to happen? *shrugged*

Come out, come out, wherever 'you' are.