Here's me, another round of incomprehensible ramblings.

I can't make of it.

It's quite unlike before. Was it even a dream? Does it want to be a dream? Regardless, I really don't care anymore. Sort of like something I do out of habit. It's almost like a superstition. Like I want to believe it happens because of some leftover grudge. A curse?

Really. It's not something I am really dying to happen. Only because I have a back up plan. I'm not even asking for an answer. Or maybe not yet. And as habit, my brain conjured up more dreams.

Take you away again
Are you flying above where we live ...