Wednesday, 24 March 2010

I dreamt I was so big I ate the world.

It is rare for a friend 
to know exactly what you need 
even though it is so simple 
that it comes close to being 

My friend met a man 
while waiting for her friend
outside of a bar 
who started chatting to her 
and gave her a book.
A book he wrote himself.

A book about dreams. 

My friend was invited for dinner 
at our place 
and did not know
 I was under the weather. 

She looked at me 
and realized I was sad, 
so she grabbed this book 
out of her bag 
and gave it to me.

It was the warmest moment since christmas 1995.

Thank you Amara.

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