Through the Fog, I Dreamt.

I dreamt of You. Thrice.

After all this while,

After having some peace of mind, I dreamt of You.

The scenario's always the same :

You'd lead me to a house. It was always one with copious amounts of space. You'd then draw near to me but leave soon after.

This inspid invasion of the subconscious is attributed to the onslaught I'd expected on Facebook.

"You know he'll do it. You're asking for it, provoking a retaliation by man this, man that," was B's chiding.

Really?

I thought it no longer mattered,

That You'd no longer cared,

That I no longer did either.

"If he no longer cared, would all these happen right now? Can you stop attributing it to sheer Coincidence? Do you really think you can hide behind naive thoughts? Can EVERYTHING he has done and tried to show be simply coincidence?" was M's exasperated admonishment.

It's better to think of everything as one huge Coincidence.

It's better this way.

So that I can continue to walk away.

I have to.

I must.

9 Years Ago

9 years ago, on this very day,
I inked my name, and gave my life away.

Who knew then, as a year went by
I should meet another and lived a lie.

As night thus fell and darkness cloaked,
Words ran rife and its artifice choked.

To do what's right, to stay in line.
I must move on; The Boy's not mine.

With this in mind, a year soon passed.
And then another, forget I must.

One and one and two and more,
Weathered thus this shroud I bore.

Rationale dictates that to follow,
The tides shall hasten to greet tomorrow.

The answer eludes me, but this I know,
That I was Chosen 9 years ago.