dreaming strange and wonderful/fearful dreams that i haven’t had for a while now. keep wondering what it is that’s bringing them back. i know but i don’t know, and it only makes me wonder more. am i making this up, or is there really something there to wonder and worry about? something and nothing are becoming so tangible i can almost feel them, smell them, taste them, and i think i want the real thing. that’s it, i want the real thing. bring it on, sista, you know you can handle it. you just have to convince someone else of that. but nothing makes me sadder than knowing that i will probably have trouble making them believe. truly believe. and there’s nothing i can do about that sadness.
non bis in idem
