San Francisco

I dream I’m at the beach often. Always at the beach and in front of me is a figure. A full-figured woman.

The sun is setting, so there’s a golden hue to the world. Beyond the view of her, where she gazes, the Sun is there.

It filled up the vast majority of the universe.

But I could still see her silhouette, clear as day.

For some reason, staring at this beautiful silhouette, her beautiful silhouette, unleashed a kind of internal yearning for her, for her soul.

It’s a familiar yearning. But a part of it is something I’ve never felt before. A feeling so familiar, new, and euphoric, I could never replicate it again despite my frequent attempts. It feels like eternal pain from missing someone. It was such happiness….I would actually wake up crying some nights.

And for some reason, I felt like I knew who It’d be when she turned around.

I enjoy going to sleep for this reason. There’s always a good chance I can catch that feeling again when I’m asleep.

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