i had a dream about you, the other night. it was one of those things, where i wasn't expecting to see your stupid face. and then you turned up, and the whole thing turned into a drawn-out never-ending chase. to find you. and when i catch up with you. in the dream, like. you were the same you that i hadn't seen in years. and i'm not sure, when i woke, that i was so surprised about that. only that there you were, in my subconscious. turned conscious. again. it didn't bother, me. really. you won't be the last thing that i never stop running after.