10:25 Saturday Night You know, Sometimes life is hard. Sometimes life is easy. I have angsty poetry locked up in my head. I have dreams. Last night, I dreamt he and i were together. We were on an aeroplane. When we reached our destination, I had to leave one of my bags. And then I had to go back and get it. We slept in a white tent. And his hands felt cool against my smooth skin. The next day I saw him off. I kissed him good-bye as he boarded a huge aeroplane in military garb. I watched him walk up the ramp in a sepiatoned dream into a mythical aeroplane and i didn't know if I'd ever see him again. I wonder what it means. I think I miss him.