Yet again, I had another dream about Jaden. I had a dream that I was falling, into a black hole, and there was a piece of glass. As I looked into the glass I saw Jaden, in all of his magnificence. He was bent over, playing the guitar, singing an old song, seeming at peace with the world and all that was in it. I find this abstract recourse of feeling in Jaden Brooks, a long lost love that I keep bringing myself back to; no matter the course of my feelings or my travels in this dry, desolate existence I seek refuge in... He escapes me, his thoughts, his words, his presence, it all endows me with a sense of chimera. My lover, a disappearance... Jaden has tormented my soul, inside and out. I see the future, a dark, grey abyss, as the tear drops swell from these cloudy skies. I ache at the thought of having to find myself in loneliness, or someone elses arms. One day I just want to know what it would feel like four my soul to harmonize in the radiation of Jaden’s. I know that will never happen though, and I should stop wishing it to...
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